I’ve been in Hong Kong less than a week, and I’m already running into people I know around town.
Hong Kong is a giant city – and very dense. Everything here is packed to the brim, including the people. Crossing streets is a marathon affair. As I walk down the streets I feel like I’m avoiding a predator, zigzagging and weaving back and forth through the masses.
Despite the size and number of people, Hong Kong is turning out to be a rather intimate place. So far, I’ve had four encounters that were very sweet and made me feel like I wasn’t just another mass in the crowd. In fact, the city has been incredibly intimate – even beyond all the PDA that’s happening!
Encounter 1: The generous commuter
At the airport, I purchased a train ticket that would take me into the city. I showed them on the map where I wanted to go and got a single ride ticket. This would involve me making a few transfers to different train lines, but no big deal!
At my first transfer, I find my new train line and try to enter the gate, but my ticket doesn’t work when I tap it against the magnetic reader. I try again – still nothing. There’s a kid, about 20 walking up and I kind of hold my ticket out and give him a confused look.