So I’m waiting for my ship to come in, sipping a European beer pierside on Victoria Harbor (because you can’t drink the water in China, right?). There was a steady sea breeze pushing the boats in and out of view behind the land being reclaimed to my left but the late October air was dry and warm and smelled like salt, fish and carbon dioxide.
Turns out I was joining a national pastime or something; look at all these nice places to wait around. This man with the rickshaw was waiting around the top of Victoria Peak.



Victoria Park? Aberdeen? Those names don't sound very Chinese… Oh right, Hong Kong.