When Heather and I were standing in line to go through immigration at the Hong Kong airport, we witnessed a minor disturbance. The celebration of the 10th Anniversary of Hong Kong's handover to China was a few days away, and it seems a group of protesters had decided to take advantage of the crowds coming in for the occasion (and the freedom of speech enjoyed in Hong Kong) to demonstrate against the government's suppression of Falun Gong on the mainland. We saw a couple of the protesters get picked up and carted away by the airport police.
We headed for Lan Kwai Fong which is the nightlife district in Central Hong Kong. It's comprised of two streets (Lan Kwai Fong and D'Aguilar street) lined with bars, restaurants, and clubs frequented by Westerners. I remember being overcome by a wave of exhiliration when I first arrived here. It was nearly daybright with all the colorful signs hanging overhead, and the street was filled with people. It was like a party as far as the eye could see: I was reminded of Mardi Gras back in New Orleans and at the same time I recognized that I was in an ultra-modern Asian metropolis such as I had previously seen only in movies.
We began our excursion in the front room of a pub that had a band playing in the back. Then we finished the night across the street in the Agave tequila bar. I was told that Ada and Wish were regulars there back when they were studying in Hong Kong.