Need my name? Call me Leon Kirkland. Otherwise, call my agent.
I am Hong Kong; breathless energy, dancing lights, martial arts legends, weaponised umbrellas, and the best counterfeits that have ever ripped you off. Enjoy yourself.
[independent rp blog for APH Hong Kong]
It’s raining now, Where are you? Are you getting soaked right now?
Well I can never tell with you! Sometimes you let me do things and other times you’re like, this is my stolen French crown from the Crusades and we should totally use it to hold our toothbrushes, and sometimes you’re like, this is my old pressed flower and you can’t so much as look at it or else its petals might get, I dunno, cursed.
「Snickering under his breath, he shooed Carlino on again— he hadn’t been expecting him to stop, but fortunately the ever-present crowd simply flowed around them, like they were a rock in a river. A bit irritably of course but that’s what you get for coming to a complete stop in the middle of foot traffic.」
And that’s kind of my cue to be like, it’s prettiest but on you but then I would have to rip my tongue out from sheer embarrassment. So let’s just take comfort in the fact that I technically did say it, while also technically not.
「One more turn, this time through the park entrance gate with its heavy stone pillars and the promise of relative serenity beyond. That is, serenity unless one were to disturb either Yōngzhèng or Öxéllo.
… Mayyybe the two of them can steer clear for now.」
Th-the crown had enough comfortable s-sitting holes that it ma-made a lovely spot for the toothbrushes, okey— It looks lovely in th-the bathroom. ;;
// Directly beside the towel rack made of a 600 year old iron Knighting sword and the winter shower curtain made of some old cape with thick enough fabric to keep the light out. All very charming decor. … We promise. At least Carlino thought so— He neaaaarly remarks on this before being ushered along, quickly realizing his mistake and falling back into pace with the swift speed of the crowd around them. //
Mm… y-you charm me, love.
// GRINS //
// There isn’t much time to dwell on this however, as the park grew in the distance and his excitement almost double. Whether he remembered it in crystal clarity or not, the sudden peace and smoothness in the aura surrounding the Kowloon was unmistakably alluring— It was easy to drift in and relax. //
I neeed t-to fix your flowers. ;; Do we have time be-before or after?
「The urge for Leon to roll his eyes was too great, but he does so with affection, you understand. Terribly affectionate eye-rolling. And besides, if something’s wrong with his flowers, he can’t just be walking around like that!
So he smiles, and nods, and leans his head over a bit so Carlino can put them back into place.」
You’ll remember the statues once you see them, I think. We can go see the ruins too but I dunno, maybe I want you all to myself, and I’ve been dealing with enough ghosts for one day.
Honestly, I should be like, a medium, or something. If I can get over the whole, going into trances and hitting myself with stuff thing— frankly I like my methods better.
But if I told the old man I’d never hear the end of it, probably. For one thing talking to the dead is probably murder on a phone bill.
… Get it? Come on, I’m hilarious, laugh at my joke…
「Just as an experiment, Leon giggles a bit and weaves slightly as they walk— Ancient Chinese Inside Joke, don’t ask.」
「The park itself is about as calm as this part of the peninsula gets, all quiet stone and thin, prim trees on either side, but at least it stands in dapple-light contrast to the hive of trash-compactor-construction Leon had pointed out earlier.
A few minutes of walking leads them to the zodiac garden, with its statues all standing proud as ever among the garden, exactly as Carlino left them the last time.」
… You remember these, too, right?
The Cafe de Chine is in the centre of downtown, looking out from tis rooftop not toward the harbor but inward, at the front of Victoria Peak. The oldest part of town is on that hillside, built in the time of sedan chairs, before autos and roads had spread things. It is a nice prospect. The hill bulges out convexly. The buildings rise steeply, their facades above each other. They are in old colors - gray, pale yellow, fade brick, mottled. The composition has layer on layer of verandas interspersed with rows of dark windows - oblong, round-arched, Gothic-arched, all with shutters; there are railings and outside stairways; it is like a strange Palladian dream.
Photo source: The Photo Collection of Queen’s College, p.8.
Hong Kong (Special Administrative Region), China
New York and Hong Kong have much in common. Both have intense population density, astronomically high housing prices and a lot of foreigners (from either perspective). As my final stop during my winter trip around Asia, I think I expected a lot. I don’t *not like* Hong Kong; I just don’t love it. It has a feeling jarringly reminiscent of New York with older buildings still standing in urban decay with glistening high-rises right next door.
Drinks at the local gay bars were about average to high for the New York scene. Also, there was a shocking number of Westerners and English speakers. It really felt like I was just in an unexplored Manhattan neighborhood. Nearly eighty percent of the time I heard English too, but I found this frustrating.
I understand that English has become an international language, which his often used between people of various countries to communicate even though neither one of their native tongues may be English. However, when I travel, I want something new and different. Hong Kong gave me a little bit of that and I can appreciate the city for what it is, but I don’t think I would settle down there by any means. It’s simply too Western. The prices also help prevent me from living there because on most things they are prohibitively high.
That said, it does have beautiful scenery with the highest concentration of skyscrapers in the world juxtaposed next to mountains covered in forests. Even this was somewhat spoiled by China’s terrible pollution problem, as you can see in the pictures, which have also been altered for contrast. Before, it would be like looking at a low contrast, gray box.
I also had the pleasure of seeing my friend Jon who I hadn’t seen since New York as well as meet several of his local friends. Thankfully, Jon was also gracious enough to house me in his apartment for the duration of my stay, easing the sting of Hong Kong’s living costs. Great to visit, not to stay.
Never Staying Still