Hong Kong – Food Freak City
Text: Thomas Ruhl
It is hot and rainy. This type of weather is typical for mid-August here in the tropics at the estuary of the Pearl River. Along the coast of Victoria Harbour, which the Chinese once called Hong Kong (Fragrant Harbour), the famous skyline of the city, where 7 million people reside, looms high above. 112 skyscrapers stand taller than 180 m. At 484 m, the International Commercial Centre towers over other skyscrapers. It is humid in the narrow alleys of the city, where sunlight rarely penetrates. On this island, a web of high walkways connects the high-rises full of offices and shopping malls. Extremely well air-conditioned, these high-rises are oasis of coolness, where passers-by love to take refuge. Down below the traffic flows: old trams, buses, and an endless parade of affordable taxis. Canopies protect the stream of well-dressed people against frequent showers and meagre rays of sunshine, which the Chinese do not like. Skin should be white, tanned skin is ugly. People with suntans are the poor, the farmers, and the migrant workers. People are undoubtedly very wealthy here. In contrast to the mother country, the Special Administrative Region of the People's Republic of China enjoys many privileges. Long ago, Deng Xiaoping proposed a policy of "One Country, Two Systems". For at least 50 years, Hong Kong – the autonomous, free-market democratic region – has existed alongside the authoritarian socialist system of the People's Republic. A clever move, as the country is able to retain enormous revenues of the massive financial centre. Hong Kong has its own laws, custom duties, and currency. The city's economy is booming. The highest concentration of millionaires can be found here, followed by Singapore. One-fourth of the inhabitants have at least one million dollars. The phrase “money doesn’t play a Rolex” doesn’t make waves here; such watches are considered middle-class at best. The same applies to the posh German car with the star logo.
It has to be at least a Ferrari. And nowhere in the world have I seen a queue in front of a Cartier store. A security guard screens potential candidates, like is done at high-class nightclubs...(weiterlesen im Magazin)