Yesterday, we played down-market tourist. I have been to Hong Kong many times over the years, but have never done anything “touristy”. As a start, we chose the Big Bus tour, similar to ones found in cities around the world. This one offers the chance to jump off the bus at various points to explore on foot and to jump back on a later bus. We did not jump off, so did not need to jump on, but rather listened to the recording and stayed on for the entire tour.
At the end of the bus ride, we stood in line (a new experience on this trip) for the Peak Tram to--where else?--the Peak in order to enjoy the incomparable view of Hong Harbor, Kowloon, and distant China (even though Hong Kong is now China, even if many residents, ex-pats, and foreigners do not want to accept this). I never tire of this view and am amazed upon returning of visible changes. I can only imagine what happens behind closed doors, which has always been the case in this part of the world. I have found the shabbiest exterior to house opulent interiors, because landlords are too cheap to make improvements on the outside and owners want to hide their wealth.
My imagination is constantly stimulated to imagine the unimaginable. I continue to be fascinated by Asia and look forward to my next visit. Europe is interesting, compared to the land of my birth, but Asia eclipses the most-interesting bits of the Old World. I know that I will never know the truth, but I never tire of observing and imagining. I don’t care if most despise guolows and round eyes, because I’m merely taking the entertainment value out of this part of the world and not exploiting people or resources.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.