Stepping out in Hong Kong: Hong Kong by night
Hong Kong is visually stunning, even moreso at night.
This is night-time in Hong Kong: tall buildings surround you and the neon lights affixed to these imposing structures are nothing short of blinding. There are people everywhere, as numerous and as busy as an ant colony. They talk and move restlessly, frenetically; recklessly stepping into your way so that you must bob and weave and forcefully steer your way to your destination (forget about negotiation). The volume is at a near unbearable level — amongst the loud voices talking on cutting edge smartphones with screens large as iPads, there are horns blasting as broad buses clumsily navigate a sea of toy cars. They all angrily belch black smoke, and the traffic is viscous and slow-moving as molasses. Come to think of it, you probably have difficulty breathing: the pollution is thick enough this evening that it feels like you’re sucking air through a straw. Then again, maybe, just maybe, you pant with excitement. Because the atmosphere is charged and pregnant with possibility.
Hong Kong is home. I love this city.
