Subject: Hong Kong Phooey
Date: Tuesday, February 08, 2000 6:21 AM
Day 3 (or, if you count February 3, Day 4): Hong Kong: February 5, 2000
As the sun began warming the frigid early morning air, we made our escape before they closed in on our Kowloon hideaway. A more discrete spot was imperative. We raced off to the much heralded Chinese New Year parade- all the while watching for them.
This was not just any New Year; it was the year of the dragon- the most auspicious year in the calendar. Fighting the throngs of experienced parade veterans CK and I muscled our way to a prime spot up front. On the occasion of this international pageant, CK's loincloth had been thoughtfully refitted. Still, he drew many laughs and confused looks. I initially felt pity for him but soon realized that they thought he was a part of the festivities... he should have been. The parade started somewhat disappointingly with a legion of humor-challenged Royal Canadian Mounted Police (without the mountees). Little did I expect that they would share the honors with the McDonald's restaurant truck for the parade highlights. Between the Hong Kong international primary school and the Lion's Club, CK and I were tempted to start parading ourselves. Alas, we could not take such a high profile risk.
Having resisted the temptation of the numerous "no spitting" signs, we decided to reward ourselves with dinner at a rather upscale restaurant. I did not even bother to practice one of the most useful Chinese phrases I had learned, "Wo bu chi gourou," ("I don't eat dog"). Yes, this place was strictly high class. The titillating live music included contemporary crowd pleasers like Barry (whatever happened to me) Manilow's tear-jerking, "Can't Smile without You;" the Bee Gees provocative, "How Deep Is Your Love;" and, everybody's rocking favorite, "Tie a Yellow Ribbon." Suddenly, those "no spitting" signs did not seem so superfluous.
CK-- Making People Magazine's Top 20 List 2000-02-06