Hong Kong Time

Last Saturday I went to Hong Kong. Since I live in Xili, it was not a quick trip. I expected more from the actual entrance to Hong Kong, at least a sign that said, "Welcome to Hong Kong. We write colour." No sign, no notice, no nothing. The only signal was that the English spoken by one Chinese employee was with a British accent.
Albeit, it was nice to hear English spoken more properly than on the Mainland, I should let people know that there is one thing I don't like about Hong Kong: too many foreigners. In Mainland China, you can spend an entire day without seeing one fellow round-eye. This means we play games, like find the foreigner. We point out foreigners every time. Sometimes we point; other times we whisper or yell 外国人(foreigner). Such games cannot be played in Hong Kong because you see them every few minutes.
Hong Kong's metro is more advanced than Shenzhen's, but it is also more expensive despite the fact that the Hong Kong Dollar is cheaper than the RMB. The metro stations are full of propaganda and public service annoucements. The posters advise you not to turn a blind eye to corruption. (Insert whatever comment you want here. You know me well enough.) This metro reminds me of DC. The stations are given place names, not addresses, and the lines are shown with colors.
Unfortunately, due to my short stay in Hong Kong I did not do much touring. Ben and I walked around some malls (seemed to be everywhere) to compare prices. Hong Kong malls are FULL of foreign brands, which are already expensive because foriegn is exotic. Hong Kong just makes them more expensive. It made me miss Shenzhen, where I can purchase cheap goods.
The best part of the little touring I did was the Avenue of the Stars (星光大道), Hong Kong's version of the Hollywood stars. I was amazed by how many Chinese actors and directors I recognized: Jet Li, Jackie Chan, Bruce Lee, Anita Mui, Yuen Wu Ping, Stephen Chow. Most visitors were Chinese, whether from Hong Kong or the Mainland I could not tell.
After twenty-four hours in Hong Kong, we returned to our little Xili. Of course I didn't want to go teach. Why can't life be a vacation?