A honkey in Honkers

I always imagined Hong Kong as a crowded city. Signs hanging over the streets, people running into each other, everybody dressed in expensive designer wear….
It is those things but that’s just dipping your toe in the water.
Hong Kong – or “Honkers” as my gracious host Michael calls it – is more of a small country than a big city. It’s called an “SAR” or “Special Administrative Region”. When you look at the area that comprises the SAR of Hong Kong, the city of Hong Kong is a relatively small, densely populated area that spreads from the tip of the peninsula to the top of Hong Kong Island. Now, most of you probably already knew that, but lil Miss Rand McNally here golly-gee-wiz’ed herself over it.
Once you get out of the city, it opens up to beautiful beaches, lush jungles, peaceful villages and green mountains. The roads are first class, the buses are in excellent shape, there are clean public toilets everywhere and best of all…. they even have toilet paper!
However, as great as that is, it can’t solve all toilet problems of the world.
We went to the Clockenflap music festival one night. There was a girl who had accidentally dropped her cell phone in the porta potty when she went to squat. When she told the attendant, he opened up the back of the potty and told her she could ‘dig it out’.
Dropping my cell phone (AKA “my son”) out of my pants pockets into those vile toilets as I traveled through China was a paranoid fear of mine- all my photos, movies, contacts, you name it… so my heart really went out to this gal. She declined the digging.. That’s a tough call. But I I guess the thought of lifting the phone to your face every time you get a phone call might bring back some unpleasant memories no matter what level of sterilization you had achieved.
I have no idea why this is the eleventh hour story I choose to share for Hong Kong, but that’s what the keyboard clicked out.
Well, it’s late and I leave early in the morning to head back to NY. There’s so much I want to share about this city -like what it was like to kick Bruce Lee’s butt

Or what they do to husbands out here

Or how Christmas is hopping here

I can’t believe it’s the last night – I iknow there’s a big vat of poetic reflection out there, but I can’t tap in to it now.
I never liked goodbyes anyway.
I do want to say how much it meant to me to be able to share this with all of you. The reply posts that were sent were the highlight of my mornings – like a cupcake I couldn’t wait to inhale. I had a blast writing the post and making the videos but it really really meant a lot to know there was someone out there reading them. Thank you thank you thank you for letting me share China with you. Going there was a big dream of mine for a long time and I just can’t believe it’s ending.
Man, what a blessing it all was.
That’s what I love about traveling. I worry and I get neurotic, but it all works out. Then, it sheds a little light on the possibility of everything else working out too. Maybe that’s why I need it so bad, because it gives me faith or something. I dunno. But I do know I’m never going to stop.
Well, here’s a few things I actually remembered to get some footage of. It got a little long, so I didn’t put the monkeys in. I’ll just have to show those to ya when I see ya….
which I hope is real soon
xoxoxo

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