The mysterious smells of cooking, diesel smoke, morning coffee and faulty plumbing all mix in the cool, humid morning air.
The impossible Hong Kong skyline across from Tsim Sha Tsui has only grown more...more since I was here ten years ago. It’s amazing what you can accomplish with bamboo scaffolding and non-union labor. There’s a knock-off of Shanghai’s Jin Mao Tower over in the financial district now, but it’s decorated with some crazy white fangs at the summit. Post-modernist, predatory architecture.
Overhead on the Star Ferry ride across Hong Kong Harbour...
“Does anybody know where the life jackets are? On these ferries...? They’re not safe....They should tell you where they are...Are you listening to me?....”