A funny thing happened on the way to the Hong Kong Stadium for the Sevens – free beer ... yes, free beer
All the positive karma in the universe will not deliver such a delicious fate of a frosty cold one being handed to you with a warm smile
Twenty years and counting and there has probably been no better start to this event for me. Coming out of Causeway Bay’s MTR station and throwing yourself into a heaving mosh pit of humanity, dripping from the indigenous blanket of humidity, you make your way towards Hong Kong Stadium.
It’s hot and getting hotter, yet through the haze of perspiration a sweet voice beckons: “Free beer!”
There are simply very few places in the world where beer is free
Ah OK, this can’t be much more than a mirage in the middle of the desert. But, no, lo and behold a comely lass with a welcoming smile hands me a freezing cold can of beer. It’s not the official tournament tipple, mind you. This one is from a fairly prolific Belgian brewer whose initials are the same as San Antonio.
“So what’s the catch,” I ask. “No, no catch,” she replies. “It’s free, so enjoy.”
Well then, there are moments in our life, and in particular our life in Hong Kong, where you need to take stock of your lot and perhaps give thanks to whoever put you in a place where frosty cold free beer is handed to you with a warm smile.
All the positive karma in the universe will not deliver such a delicious fate. There are simply very few places in the world where beer is free.