Yesterday and the day before, Max and I
made a point of getting out of Central. He made the off-hand comment to a pair
of local guys we’d met that so far, Hong Kong was actually more Western than we
were expecting. They were pretty unimpressed with that, and let us know that
once out of the main business district, HK became a lot more ‘Chinese’. Neither
Max or I were totally sure what that meant, but we had been planning to explore
other areas with our shiny new Octopus transit cards the next morning anyway.
Wan Chai and the Northeast area of the Island were on our plate for the first
day, and then the Kowloon peninsula was slotted for yesterday.
Aside from the massive scale of the buildings, this could be a Western city. It's actually HK Central from one of the raise walkways by the Star Ferry terminal to Tsim Sa Tsui |
I know what ‘more Chinese’ means now.
For the record, apparently Max and I were
so wrapped up with being in Causeway Bay that I neglected to take a photo of
the neighbourhood directly on top of the MTR (light rail) station for you to
compare. You’re just going to have to take my word. Signs are hung horizontally
on wire between buildings, there is much more Cantonese on the signage, and you
hear significantly less English in the street. Instead of professionals in
business attire, we were greeted by crowds of people in all sorts of clothing,
from short-shorts and tank tops (for those of us who melt in the heat) to brightly-coloured
full-length hijabs, and platform glitter sneakers with bows and K-pop street
fashion.
Aside from all that though, our mission for
the day was to eat congee at a local congee hotspot. Now, congee is essentially
rice porridge. Having eaten it, I’m fairly certain there are some mild spices
in it, green onion was sliced on top, and there can be an assortment of meat
mixed in with the congee to add protein. Max and I found Hong Kee Congee
without too much trouble, and were ushered in to a corner shop with about 20
peace officers for lunch. We weren’t sure exactly why Causeway Bay was crawling with police officers, but they seemed
to be pretty relaxed, so we carried on with life.
I ordered congee with beef and pork, Max
ordered congee with fish. Max ate all of his congee, I did not. Firstly, the
texture of rice porridge is… an acquired like. It wasn’t unpleasant, per se,
but it’s definitely something I would need to crave in the dead of winter to
warm my bones and fill me. It was like eating beef stew in 35 degree weather. I
also thought I was playing it safe by ordering a beef/pork meat option. Not so
much. I’m fairly certain I ate intestines. I’m not sure whether they were beef
or pork intestines. I don’t really want to know what sort of tubular, slightly
gritty meat-bit I did ingest to be honest. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it
would be, but it wasn’t something I’d volunteer to eat again.
Hong Kee Congee, complete with the little fellow who took our order, and grandpa in the right corner making rice paper from scratch. |
The family that ran the shop though we were
pretty entertaining. They were wonderfully kind, and being as they had almost
no English, and we had no Cantonese, they had their school-aged son do all of
the ordering with us. It was so good! He was hilarious. He took great pride in
being able to translate and write down what we were looking for, and spelled out
our bill for us when I couldn’t tell whether he was saying ‘thirty’ or ‘fifty’.
“Fifty-four! F-I-F-T-Y!” So in the end, even though I’m not a fan of congee I
had an excellent time watching the grandfather make rice paper for the various
dishes from scratch, and meeting this awesome little kid. I’d legitimately
recommend stopping by to have your own congee experiment if you’re in town.
After Congee, we went for large, decadent fruit smoothies. It helped mitigate the heat and heaviness of the congee. |
After lunch, Max and I headed to Victoria
Park. Victoria Park is pretty special in and off itself because it’s the only place
in all of China where Tiananmen Square is openly commemorated. Last year was
the 25th anniversary, and hundreds of thousands showed up for a
candlelight vigil. That’s pretty impressive, by just about any standard. Max
and I weren’t really expecting anything outrageous when we went though, we were
just expecting to see a pretty green space with some spiffy sports facilities.
Also a pebble path.
What we got was a fairly massive
pro-democracy protest, which explained the very high police presence. Maybe I
live under a rock, but I didn’t realise that the student protests in HK were
still happening. I knew they had happened. I knew the students effectively shut
the city down for an extended period of time, but only because a late friend of mine felt very strongly about the need for open
discussion about democracy and HK’s future moving forward. Since she passed
though, I hadn’t come back to it. If only to understand the scale of these
protests, you should check it out too. LINK
I didn’t know the protests were still happening
though.
By the time Max and I were set to leave,
the march had started. There wasn’t any violence, but the police-to-protestor
ratio was incredibly, incredibly high. The protests I’ve seen in Canada - which
admittedly are few and far between by comparison to many other places in the
world - might have a couple officers present, and a van or two. Assuming the
protest even attracts that many people. The example I’m thinking of is the
obnoxious pro-life group that showed up on campus every year during my
undergrad. There were a few arrests, and pro-choice opposition showed up, but
at its largest there were maybe 50 people there all at once.
This is the street-side view we had. The march went on well past when I stopped filming.
The ratio here was easily within the range
of 1 officer for every 5 protestors. I’m not kidding when I say the police
presence was through the roof. Officers were at intervals lining both sides of
the march route, in the observing crowds along the route, they led the march,
were the tail-end of the march, and they escorted notable persons within the
march who sought out media attention.
For example, as Max and I were headed back
towards the MTR station we passed a fellow being interviewed at the side of the
route by a couple TV cameras. He and 4-5 people behind him were the only
protestor presence. Aside from the man being interviewed, none of the others
with him were at all interested in having their face on the camera. They
actively hid their faces behind protest signs, and ducked away when the cameras
tried to peak around. A police presence of two motorcycles and a van filled
with officers in the front followed them.
The guidebook and the Internet tell me that
there have been accusations of vote-rigging and interference in HK’s democratic
freedoms by Beijing since the hand-over in 1997. This year, the position of
Chief Executive is up for election and Hong Kong’s residents are keen to keep
the freedoms they’ve become accustomed to. I’ll be keeping an eye on this once
I’m back home. Watching Beijing deal with Hong Kong under the eye of international
media seems like an opportunity to see how far China’s really come compared to
Tiananmen Square.
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