Gently Perambulating Hong Kong

Gentles and ladies! Upon the occasion of this fine Summer Day, let us please take our evening constitutional to the town Sitting Out Area to bask in and enjoy this unusually fine weather.

But do be mindful of the intensity of the sun—bring a fine parasol, wider is preferred to suit Hong Kong’s vast boulevards, and the better to clip pesky passersby in the eyeballs. Together—if we hurry—we can still be strolling arm in arm to the Harborside to catch the magnificent ruddy splendor of the sunset as it blazes through the high-particulate clouds of air pollution. If you perk your nose, you can already catch the sulfurous whiff of lower-than-diesel level bunker fuel on the air!

Ah, there’s nothing better for the constitution than some bracing sea air to strengthen the lungs and put a spring in one’s step. Let us scramble out onto the Eastern Island Corridor to really get a good whiff of that breeze. My, the roar of passing motorcars and angry honking of drivers really helps to calm the nerves. Oh, endless flyovers!

Now we’ve strolled along and finally reached the Temporary Sitting Out Area. How very convivial it is! See the elderly shuffling clockwise in the charming concrete square, surrounded by chain-link fencing. And behold the seats with their lovely, lying-down-hobo-proof metal armrests. Truly, this is an aptly named locale: what an Area to enjoy a good Sit!

Also, be mindful not to wear white, lest you desire your petticoats to be thoroughly yellowed as the roadside pollution API index is at record levels. But take heart! The lead in the exhaust fumes will help your complexion to attain a beatific, alabaster pallor in no time.
Let us take a turn about Tamar Site, before settling down to an afternoon picnic of crumpets and potted beef. But what’s this? Our most beloved Concrete Square at Tamar Site has most recently been transformed into a government office block, and right on the waterfront too! Now that we can’t get up to the water, where is young Archibald going to ride his pedalo? Never mind, at least he has been duly reminded to mind the concrete railings, which shall keep him out of harm’s way. Also, his ball has been confiscated.
Maybe its just idling engine fumes leaving me light in the head, but… my darling! Come, sashay around that child peeing in the drain, and into your lover’s arms! Hold me close—nevermind the back sweat—and never let me go, Hong Kong!