Hong Kong, more coverage on the blog this time than other times. My last retreat will soon be gone. Where will I live in the future, I ponder, once Hong Kong falls ? I have always lived in the U.S. with the comfort that I can move back to HK some day, the only truly free place on earth for a Chinese person. Free from suppression, oppression, or ethnic discrimination. As the U.S. wastes itself away on guns, military, and Right Wing Politics, I thought of moving everyday. But that option will no longer be available.
Mr. Yan and I spent the morning at dimsum complaining about how my batch of Phoenix oolong was over roasted. A respected elder specializing in Tieguanyin, Mr. Yan is also a patron to many tea makers and their sometimes sloppy handiwork. That’s when he responds with yelling in Fukienese; I think cussing in that dialect and tea goes hand in hand. How many thousand batches of teas have turned out badly in the last thousand years?
At the Taoist temple, an icon of old Hong Kong, statutes of all the zodiac gods line the walkway. Incense offerings and prayers later, I relax with some German beer in front of the ocean. It’s Octoberfest, yes, even in Hong Kong.
A little old, a little new, a little Chinese, a little of all the world… That’s HK. Now, if only there wasn’t China.
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