Goodbye Hong Kong
I’m in Cafe O on Queen’s Rd Central, Hong Kong. This is one of those places where foreigners eat eggs on toast and coffee, which is exactly what I’m doing. I’m celebrating the fact that my apartment is now empty, after a whole day of packing boxes for shipping back to UK.
Polly, who’s in the Reuters Equities team here, came round with her husband Rick to help out. I still hadn’t been able to get my RMB credit card, but Polly spent about half an hour on the phone and with a brilliant mixture of charm and persistence, managed to persuade Bank of China to let me pick it up, despite the fact I somehow hadn’t received the letter I should have received. The BOC people were finally wonderful and fixed everything. Thanks Polly, and Mr Mok and Florence at BOCHK Sheung Wan branch.
Now there’s nothing left at my place except my bike and kit; I’ve not even got a kettle any more so I’ve come down to this cafe. Well. I’m leaving HK tomorrow. No going back now. Better go and pump up the tyres…