There are no less opportunities for Hong Hongers to walk on highways and roads, legally. We could stay in the centre of Salisbury Road to watch firework. We could crawl along the Lantau Link upon the Hong Kong Marathon. We could gear up in Central for the Rat Race. All these events remind us that we are the proprietors of this city. Cars could give way to us if needed.
Last Friday, the same thing happened again.
Under the blitzing sun, everybody was sweating like dogs. Wearing T-shirt and short pants, my chest and back still kept on dripping water droplet. The other two hundred thousands would be of no difference. Thanks to police control, the pack waited indefinitely and strolled a while alternately. Flags were flying all the way. The most prominent ones were from a party, allegedly to be of "people power". Its black and gold slogans waved along the crowd. I was a bit amazed by its unexpected size. Maybe there were so many discontented people could relieve their anger in so few channels.
Along the road, different parties solicited for monetary support. Form was so congenial. However, there was a distinguishing one which resembled the "snail-apartment" and placed the fake officials in it to vent their anger. Quite funny, and hopelessly useless. The rally was peaceful, and there were some spices in front of the Southorn Playground. "Mad Dog" was barking and slurring. Police stopped the crowd. It could hardly tell who's the culprit.
I did not march to the Lower Albert Road. Instead, I went dinner in Wanchai. My effort was unlikely counted by the Police, nevertheless, someone was watching, I believe.
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