Eshin Direct

Just a short rant this one.

I don’t know if any of you know Hong Kong that well. Well, if you did, you’d have told me about the damned weather patterns here and not laughed when I went a-packing with just lightweight trousers and t-shirts. But I’d like to gripe about one thing in particular and although it might not seem that it’s related t the weather, it is (and because I’m British, it means that I have to comment on the damned thing).

In Hong Kong, they have these damned Public Light Buses…now those of you who know at least a little about Hong Kong will know these things…but they have to be the most practical and strangest things I’ve seen.

Essentially, there are no bus stops. The bus will stop at any point that is safe to do so to let on or let off passengers. The price of riding the bus diminishes as it progresses through its route. What my gripe is, is that I don’t want to sound too much like a foreigner and say “please stop!” (I mean, even the foreigners say it in Canto) and that my mastery of Canto – Wai Hon (Wellcome) Mgoi, Yau Lok” – is still at a stage where I’ll be damned if I say it out loud, let alone shout it out to bus load of strangers.

This, means that, and it seems quite comical (even to me), that I sometimes ride the bus until someone else stops the damned thing. I usually undershoot but once I’ve ridden all along Caine Road without a damned person feeling the need to get off or get on. Yes, it is comical. But not when it’s rainy friggin season out here.

There, rant over. And yes, I know the solution to the problem. Don’t send answers on a postcard.