{"id":1245,"date":"2008-06-03T08:00:30","date_gmt":"2008-06-03T16:00:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lefsetz.com\/wordpress\/index.php\/archives\/2008\/06\/03\/kowloon\/"},"modified":"2008-06-03T08:05:32","modified_gmt":"2008-06-03T16:05:32","slug":"kowloon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lefsetz.com\/wordpress\/2008\/06\/03\/kowloon\/","title":{"rendered":"Kowloon"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We took the Star Ferry across the bay.<\/p>\n<p>Upstairs in the Peninsula Hotel, there&#8217;s a series of panels delineating the history of Hong Kong.  They reinforced how little I knew.  There was a water shortage in the fifties and sixties?  I mean I remember giving Hong Kong back to the Chinese, but I wasn&#8217;t aware of the area being occupied in the Second World War&#8230;  Feels like a living history lesson.  Like the rest of the world had a parallel upbringing and we&#8217;ve met here, as a result of modern communications.  I can get e-mail on my BlackBerry halfway around the world, but I&#8217;m clueless as to what happened here before the world got smaller.<\/p>\n<p>We had lunch at the InterContinental with an ex-pat, a friend of Felice&#8217;s mother.  She&#8217;s lived here for thirteen years, but is still shy on Cantonese.  You don&#8217;t need to speak the language, English still dominates.  Colonial days are gone, but the vestiges still remain.  Hell, the Chinese dollar is tied to that of the U.S., it&#8217;s not like going to London or Paris, there&#8217;s still a level of affordability.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe because there&#8217;s still an aspect of the third world in Kowloon.  We saw scaffolding made of bamboo.  Hell, the whole shopping district was like a movie set.  Endless signs, advertising shops at a density unknown in the U.S.  And every few feet there&#8217;s a barker, imploring you to come shop at his store, for watches and handbags.<\/p>\n<p>Actually, Felice purchased a wallet.  At an establishment her brother-in-law recommended.  You went behind the Sheraton, walked into a building, up the stairs, around the corner&#8230;and there was no more than a stall, purveying knock-offs.  The Indian woman working there had no idea the sun had come out, she hadn&#8217;t seen daylight for hours.  The concept that an establishment could be so far from the street seemed almost unfathomable.  Furthermore, this was not even a main shopping street.  You had to know the store was there!<\/p>\n<p>And unlike on this side of the water, a lot of the buildings were worse for wear.  With endless air conditioning units puncturing their sides.  And patches of plaster missing.  You wondered&#8230;  If there was an earthquake, would these buildings survive?<\/p>\n<p>I still can&#8217;t get over the plethora of towers.  What&#8217;s going on inside?  Sure, some are residences, but what exactly is the commerce taking place up there on the seventy fifth floor?  Makes me feel like I&#8217;m clueless when it comes to economics, the big picture, how the world really works.  I understand there are skyscrapers in New York, that on Manhattan there&#8217;s a financial empire.  But how many of these money-driven metropolises can there be?  And with the aforementioned modern communications, do these far-flung outposts really need to exist?<\/p>\n<p>Meanwhile, this is shvitz central.  I&#8217;m used to the east coast, but Felice is wilting.  It&#8217;s 88 degrees and seemingly two hundred percent humidity.  You have to duck into the a\/c every now and again just to survive.<\/p>\n<p>And speaking of the a\/c&#8230;  Condensation is dripping on you constantly as you stride down the sidewalk.  At first you feel it&#8217;s raining, then you realize it&#8217;s the a\/c units shedding above you.  And as you&#8217;re walking, you occasionally get blasted with cold air.  Ultimately realizing that the a\/c inside the open shops has been turned on to the max, and is escaping into the atmosphere.  I couldn&#8217;t stop thinking of my father&#8230;who would freak if you left the fridge door open for more than an instant, and if the a\/c was on and a window was left open, he&#8217;d go berserk!<\/p>\n<p>We&#8217;re powerless against global warming until everybody closes his windows, until everybody keeps his front door shut when the a\/c is on.  But that&#8217;s easy for me to say, I live in L.A., where there is no humidity.  The third world isn&#8217;t worried about snow melting on Kilimanjaro, they just want relief, from the relentless elements.  Fuck rock stars jetting in to do Al Gore&#8217;s show, we need to reach the people not paying attention, and tell them to keep their doors shut when the a\/c is on!<\/p>\n<p><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We took the Star Ferry across the bay. 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