So yesterday marked the day the Brits handed us back to the Chinese mamaland. More often than not, public holidays are days to be celebrated. But nowadays, the 1st of July in Hong Kong is now synonymous with massive amounts of people taking to the streets to voice their discontent with our government.
Other people, like me, can’t decide what to protest about and so take to shopping, eating and merrymaking just minutes away from the protest route. Yet, some other people, like the two teenagers below, go one step further and decide to have no clue at all what’s going on:
Clueless teen 1: What is it today?
Clueless teen 2: Is it Handover Day? Or is it [the Chinese] National Day?
Clueless teen 1: I don’t know. But I’m pretty sure it’s someone’s birthday….
Regardless, it was a day off. I was taught drinking games Hong Kong style. Witnessed a marriage proposal. Played driver on a tram. Sat by a ferry pier and watch old men fish in the middle of the night. Puffed on a cigar. Decided that I still don’t like them. Went to bed.
The day after Handover Day is Hangover Day.