BIG in JAPAN

I cannot believe I actually title a chapter in HK like this, this summer I have heard that song way two many times (Alper if you are reading this, thank you for that amazing night at Baykus)...Let´s leave the nostalgia and talk about Hong Kong.

Sunday night I walked around the city, in Nathan Road area, waiting for my collegue to go back to her apartment so that I can use the internet and send my daily duties back to Montevideo. It must have to do living all my life in some of the coolest cities of this world, I coincidentily find myself inside a building, called ¨Trendy Mall¨ OK OK , I admit, I followed the coolest dressed girls on the street, knowing either I was going to find a really cool store, hairdresser or where I could spot the hot hongkonguese guys! Result: a tiny shopping mall with cutest boutiques! The prices? Almost NY high? Why? When the shopgirl saw my shocked face, said ¨they are all from Japan¨Then it hit me! Last two days I have been walking around thinking, where do I remember these people from: NY. But not as Hongkongese, but as japanese. In NYC Japanese youth dresses up impeccably, usually--mostly-- in designer clothes, hair, attitude....everything that I have been seing around here. So that you know, JAPANese anything is HOT in HK. The food, the clothes, the attitude. Interesting.

I went to sleep with the euphoria of being able to put my finger on something, even though it is super superficial, I know. Forgive me I am jetlagged.

MONDAY

While writing these lines, 3 am in the morning after waking up at 7 and literally working all day, I am amazed with the power of jetlag. How can I be so messed up that I am still awake I ask myself.

Anyways, an eventful and an uneventful day at the same time. I think I worked so hard and so much, I am brain dead.

Coolest thing? The brazilian advisor to the international affairs, a.k.a the HOTEST politician I have ever seen! ...tudo bem tudo bem, a lot of agriculture and trade conversation, could be better if there was more of a wsf atmosphere here.

I left the hottie back in his conference and took the ferry back to Kowloon, saw the famous christmas lights. Very cheesy for my taste, a building decorated with a full size Santa Claus and his sledge was not what I expected, maybe I looked at the wrong lights who nows__

Upon my arrival to kowloon, walking towards the tube, I came accross a store, seemed like they were selling fake designer bags, so I entered. The lady tried to make me believe they were real! I looked at her and said: PLEASE. They were very good fakes but fakes, thanks to years of experience in fashion (mostly buying) she could not fool me. I though she probably sells them as fakes to locals, for cheap, and to abnouxious prices to tourists that she can convince.

I think I am passing out, my fingers hurt from writing. I miss my new apartment. My old bed, waking up in the arms of someone who I really really like...