So, I arrived in Hong Kong yesterday after flying over the North Pole. I did see Santa from the airplane window and I would like to point out that the hand gesture he gave me was completely uncalled for. (Even though I did moon Dasher; Chris Peters would be proud but the couple sitting next to me were unamused) I got to Hong Kong and Jack's brother met us at the airport. We took a cab and checked into our Corporate housing. I now know what it is like to be a Keebler elf living in a thousand year old tree. (yea, the apartment is small and the buildings are old; basically like a Comfort Inn hotel room)
I am pretty sure that Jack's brother doesn't like me as I am a white American. He will only speak in Cantonese to Jack even though he knows English. (and I dont think he has said more than one word to me) They went to dinner last night and Jack apologized for not being able to invite me but said that his brother's friends would be there and they dont really get along with Americans. I am getting tired of always being the victim of racism. (it sucks being a middle class white American male)
Well, you will be able to see by my pictures that the 7 Elevens here are like Starbucks back home. So, my first impression of Hong Kong is crowded, old, somewhat dirty looking, people not as friendly, and there are many people who do not speak english. No one speaks English in preference to Cantonese, even though most everyone knows it. They will only speak it to the foreigners like myself. (and even then it is difficult for us to understand eachother)
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