Causeway Bay

I feel like the guy in Lost in Trans­la­tion. I feel like the guy in The Notebook. I feel like the guy in In The Mood For Love. I feel like the guy in 2046.

There was a point dur­ing my stay in Hong Kong that I won­dered if I would feel like myself, or some sem­blance of what I thought I was. Then I thought, wah lao, damn cock lah! And I went out of the Wong Kar Wai flat, took the lift downstairs and shopped, ate, walked around, and mostly felt un-lost around Causeway Bay, Admiralty, Central and Lan Kwai Fong.

There were things to do: Helping the ex buy her accessories for her wedding costumes.

There were things to eat: An aunt in Hong Kong took me to dinner, and it was one of those eat to death hotpot places.

There were people to meet: Cowboy Caleb was in town also, so we went and tried to drink Lan Kwai Fong dry, but the bugger cannot drink and neither can I; and there was Lucy my friend the bored housewife who doesn't mind a drink or two.

Then there was the grand­est, most beau­ti­ful wed­ding I have ever attended, and appro­pri­ately so.

Then in the cab on the way back to the ex’s apart­ment in Cause­way Bay, every­thing looked like some­thing from <a href=“http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0109424/” onclick=“javascript:_gaq.push([’_trackEvent’,‘outbound-article’,‘http://www.imdb.com’]);urchinTracker(“/outbound/www.imdb.com’);” onclick=“javascript:_gaq.push([’_trackEvent’,‘outbound-article’,‘http://www.imdb.com’]);urchinTracker(“/outbound/www.imdb.com’);”>Chungking Express.

View from the shoe­box apart­ment, Cause­way Bay, Hong Kong. The ex held the lease for two more months so I could stay for six days last week and save money on a hotel room.