A month ago,

my father gave me a ring and asked

 

I’ll be in Hong Kong for a couple days, do you want to join ?

 

 

 

11 hours on a plane,

and I was there.

 

 

We spent our time wandering the streets of Causeway Bay,

the Star Ferry to the other side of the river,

trams

and trains

and buses,

 

visas to cross the Chinese border,

kids in uniforms,

old men smoking in construction boots,

smuggling of bags,

cheap cigarettes.

 

The salty air from the sea,

the clouds promising the arrival of the typhoon.

 

 

 

Hong Kong is a contradiction of colours

and a quick combination of flavours,

 

who would’ve thought that

street markets fit so well

in the skyline ?