Far East Cynic

Where I should be…

Versus where I am probably going to.

For the 8th year in a row-I am not at the Hong Kong Sevens. And others are. There is no justice in the world.

However if you wonder what it is I see in Hong Kong-and why I am desperate to take up residence there, E @ L provided my emotions a voice:

It’s just buzzing.It’s chaotic, it’s traffic jammed, it’s packed, it’s busy, it’s bustling, it’s noisy, it’s just happening. The town that doesn’t even blink, let alone sleep. The guy with his t-shirt off, a filthy towel around his shoulders, pushing that ricketty hand-cart with boxes of goods, he’s pushing it across town for HKD$20, fuck your FedEx UPS, this guy’ll take 25 minutes anywhere in Wanchai. The trucks are beeping at 10am, delivering and picking up from a factory or a shop that is next to a shuttered restaurant that’s on the ground floor of a residential apartment building that hosts a massage parlor and a night-club as well. It’s all happening, it’s all here. It’s now… It’s immediate. It’s annoying, it’s a pain in the arse, it’s brilliant, it’s jumping…

Hong Kong is a town you can love because it is continually reminding you that are alive and WHY you are alive. You are not afraid of anything and nothing that can stop you doing what you want.

There is not a single city in the US-that’s right NOT ONE-that meets that description. When Atlanta gets its own version of Wanchai, I will rethink that sentiment.