People are disappearing right and left. It’s no fun. I’m still sad. People I’ve known since August are disappearing, some forever—and the number of spring-semester exchangers I really hung out with, small to begin with, will soon be at the point where I can count it with my nose.
In other Hong Kong news, at least one political leader nearly tripped over himself to agree with his fellow toady that Hong Kong isn’t ready for universal suffrage because of insufficient national education. The proof is that most HKpeople still think that the Tian’anmen incident on 6-4, 1989, was a massacre. I wonder if it was the tanks or the guns that gave them that impression.
I had a really nice day a couple days back involving freshly-made dumplings in Sheung Wan, a shop full of brilliantly-colored birds, a Star Ferry ride on a clear night, and catching the delightfully cheesy harbour light show in English. On a day like that, though, even staring down the Mirador Mansion courtyard (say) feels atmospheric. Better late than never, right? All this time I’ve been telling people to look away from the Central area when they’re looking for good, cheap Chinese food… Oops.
My tentative plan for the post-term-pre-flight period: I booked a flight to Chengdu for the 23rd. After that I’d like to go overland to Xi’an before flying to Nanjing or Shanghai (which are near each other, Hangzhou, and Suzhou). If money, miles, or both permit, I’d like to spend a week in Japan from there before returning to Hong Kong to catch my flight out. If Japan doesn’t work out, I suppose that’s enough time that I’d be able to take advantage of my bump ticket (free r/t HKG-Manila).
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