| HONG KONG |
~1997~ Hong Kong - May 1997 My Travel My Reflection |
| Despite being thrown back into the arms of China, Hong Kong post-1997 is still that unique meeting place of east and west, of magic, charm and chatter that has fired the imaginations of travellers, traders, fortune- seekers, refugees and sailors for 150 years. The final lowering of the Union Jack over Hong Kong was a moment the world had awaited with apprehension. The saga had reached a watershed of sorts; Hong Kong or 'Heung Gong' (literally 'Fragrant Harbour') |
| Hong Kong is still aglow with vibrant self-appreciation. The financial heartland of Central on Hong Kong Island still glitters. The boundless energy of the Hong Kong people remains unsapped as they take the future in their stride. This energy translates into a barrage of sights, sounds and smells. The city streets surge with activity, crowds squeeze aboard trams that ferry them home while packed boats bounce over the waters of Victoria Harbour, leaving behind a backdrop of dazzling neon and intoxicating colour. |
| I was in Hong Kong in 1987 too.... |
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| Hong Kong at night |
| Sometimes when i'm dreaming in a place i've never been I feel the strangest feelings and see things I 've never seen. I see the clouds they float around up in the coloured sky and little beings down below pass each other by The time it has no meaning there is no slow or fast I cannot see a future I cannot see a past |
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| The constant clatter of commerce hardly pauses, and all around can be heard the most garrulous tongue on earth : Cantonese. Those people on business come and go, occasionally sidling into wayside temples to cast prayers at the feet of the gods and divine the future. |