The different ways of seeing

I have this fantasy that a cool local will take me out, under his or her wing and show me The Real Hong Kong, their version of it anyway. I've seen the displaced ex-pat version of it. I want broken English and miscommunication; I want tea house restaurants barely clean enough; I want people who are just as curious about me as I am them and I will weave in and out of Cantonese, substituting English words for the Chinese ones I don't know. I'll tell them about indie rock music, they'll tell me who the biggest Cantopop stars are and which ones are pinned up on their wall.

I don't have this friend yet (or any for that matter) but things are looking better. Right now I'm content with my job, my books and my camera.

Photo: Taken on a the top of a double-decker bus on Hong Kong Island yesterday afternoon. Overexposed on Photoshop.

Comments

[chelle]

awww... dare to dream, chiu :)