So this is what happened to the arm. I fell.
While being assaulted by a man on a moving escalator about two blocks from my apartment in Hong Kong.
We fell down in the struggle, from a height of about six or seven feet, and I broke my left arm in the process.
(Hat tip to @Sino_NK!)
When he ascended as leader of North Korea, Kim Jong-un’s PR machine distinctly involved the woman’s touch: being the son of a “revolutionary mother” and, later, husband to a chic Chanel-wearing comrade somehow added polish to his legitimacy.
The first time Mr and Mrs Chiu, the caretakers of my apartment on Caine Road in Central, met me, I was technically squatting illegally. Indeed, I was often found crouched in a corner, trying to camouflage myself amid the hulking brown furniture.
This flat had been hastily vacated by a friend who dropped out of law school and moved to Cambodia, essentially dropping the lease — which banned subletting — on my lap.
I was all too happy to leave my subdivided room just a block away in the Mid-Levels. Lounging on my new mattress on Caine, with its stains and damaged springs and a human-shaped indent on the left side of the bed, I felt like I was in a palace. Continue reading
It’s usually a meaningless series of words, but when you get one that makes sense, it’s usually comedy gold.
Roughly half of my four-day trip to Bangkok was spent mingling with prostitutes at their neon-lit establishments – proof that either I need to rethink my friendships or that the shadow of sex trafficking can’t be escaped in The Big Mango.
Two and a half hours after landing, myself and my host, who works at the city’s premier English-language newspaper, were already at a happening bar called Tuba, sipping happy hour cocktails in margarita glasses the size of our faces.
Shortly after, I was promised we would see a Pat Pong show.
A property scam in Hong Kong (and the world) conducted via e-mail. A cross-post with Rob McGovern.
This flat had it all: a spacious living room, designer furniture, a dining table with zebra-print high-backed chairs, a beautiful wrought-iron bed aglow in mood lighting, a gleaming kitchen and a stylish foyer. There’s even a PlayStation 3. All yours for HK$10,000.
Anyone who’s gone through the rigors of finding an apartment in Hong Kong knows this is too good to be true.