Who am I, limitless in this from abroad environment? Maybe I’m a traveller. Maybe I’m a incomprehensible passerby. Or maybe I’m just another somebody keen for connection. Just like everybody else.
The second duration I flew solo, I went to Hong Kong with a duffel bag and checked into the Geo-Dwelling Fãªte hostel. My space was the size of a jail cell, but it had everything I needed. I was free to go and come as I pleased. I wandered the incorporated town alone and I felt like I was trapped in someone’s dream, or in a movie, or in a whole creation where I was incapable of being seen.
The next break of day, I woke up, got my hair washed, and ate fried shrimp balls on a rod with balmy sauce?—?all for less than two dollars. I spent the quiescence of the day roving around Lan Kwai Fong, stopping to eat dainty bleb tea, then an egg acidulous, then public way-diction shark fin soup with a BBQ chicken leg. I went to New Toilet-table for dinner and reflection about the Mary Douglas work, Purity and Peril, wondering why anyone (myself included) would want to eat in a eating-house that had a bathroom topic. Curiosity, I conjecture, is what lured me in.
