Korea
Japan
Hong Kong
But there are so many other places I may wind up... (hopefully not jail or dead).
I am using this space as a blog, and as a way to dump the dailies I take from my camera (Panasonic GH1 and Samsung TL320). I want those who are interested to get a daily-updated, unfiltered view of my crazy Asian adventure.
Goodbye, my friend… Hong Kong - Day 69
Hong Kong has been home to many, many firsts, but tonight, was one of David’s lasts. David, you have been my friend, my brother, since 1993. We’ve had an incredible adventure these past 3 months; Seoul, Busan, Osaka, Kyoto, Tokyo, Hong Kong…. Most people thought we were gay. That part sucks and is TOTALLY NOT TRUE, but the rest of the journey has been unbelievably amazing. I cannot believe that after so much time spent together, we are suddenly standing at the crossroads of our lives, on the same side of the tracks, facing different, distant unknowns. How can it be that I, the foreigner, the stupid, ignorant, white guy, gets to spend a few more months in this metropolitan paradise, while he, the man with real Hong Kong blood running through his veins, has to leave, drained of his finances, with nothing more than a heart and a hard drive full of beautiful, torturous memories? Life truly is unfair, and I feel guilty that it gave me the chance to stay, instead of him.
Ah, I won’t bore you any longer with my words, I’m just going to leave you with this (gay) pictorial sign off to my friend, my brother, David. This was tonight’s goodbye party
They got him drunk early on…
And then fucked with him.
NOT GAY! WE LIKE BOOBS! With nipples the sizes of bottlecaps. See above for example.
After dinner we went to LKF.
David was already hammered by this point in the night. So of course he was forced to drink a flaming lamborghini. I do not have a picture of what happened next, but I do have video. They turned off all of the lights in the bar and lit this entire structure on fire. You use a straw to drink alcohol out of this thing while it is on fire.
He seemed pretty happy after the drink, but then he puked, hahahaha
Then we went to some cage bar, and threw him into the cage with the dancer.
Then David became pass-out drunk.
So it became time to leave…
Sleepy….
The walk (stumble?) to the cab.
One last hug goodbye, too drunk to cry.
During the cab ride back, David’s mom called him on the phone. I answered (in Cantonese and English), and even called her by her name, but she didn’t understand me for some reason. So one of our friends took the phone, and told her David was drunk and couldn’t talk. Why would you do that!?! Never say that to someone’s mother!! Gah!! So I had to play damage control and make some shit up like “we were up all night last night, didn’t sleep, went to the gym today, David is just tired, yes he had some drinks, just like I did, but he’s not drunk, etc., etc…” Oh man I felt so bad lying to her. Wtf was I supposed to do?! My parents could handle that sort of news, but not his mom, no way.
Anyways, that’s the end of the night. Right now David is passed out drunk in his room, tossing, turning, and snoring. I am in the kitchen eating raisin bread and crying like a schoolgirl. Time to pass out. Only one day left…
