Blaise Hopkinson
Blaise Hopkinson

There is one thing nobody ever disputes about Hong Kong, that island of legends and lifetimes, is the money, honey. Like Daisy in The Great Gatsby, the city’s “voice is full of money”.

Fighting the lunchtime crowds in Central or the Mainland package tourists on the Peak Tram, you are never alone in Hong Kong. But you are never bored. And the noise! The incessant din of the jackhammer is surely Hong Kong’s national anthem. It is the noise of money being minted, and lots of it.

The cable car is another means of public transport in Hong Kong.
The cable car style is another means of public transport in Hong Kong.

After a few days in the former colony you don’t look twice at a Rolls-Royce or a Bugatti. They are public transport. Their passengers just happen to be some of the richest folk in the world, or even guests at the Peninsua across in Kowloon.

Victoria Harbour is a grand name for the fetid waterway between the island and the mainland. Decades of landfill and construction have made it a bonsai of a body of water. Once called “the fragrant harbour” it now lives with the whiff of pollution.

Each time I visit Hong Kong I suspect the penny ride on the Star Ferry has become that much shorter. Land is property is money. Water is where junks and steamers belong, not the be-furred Tai Tais who need just one more penthouse for their portfolio or the former Tai Pans and modern day moguls who want the trophy waterfront façade as their legacy.

For all of us who have lived there over the years, Hong Kong has a special place in our travel bags. Even as every last ounce of spirit is being wrung out of the island there is a crevice for nostalgia.

The great creature of the imposing Dragon’s Back mountain showing her beach!
The great creature of the imposing Dragon’s Back mountain showing her beach!

Even Shek O, former village home to generations of journalists, has seen its charm slowly eroded. When you go over the neck in the trusty Number 9 bus from Shau ki Wan it is as if the great creature of the imposing Dragon’s Back mountain had squeezed the larynx of Hong Kong and rendered the isolated bay almost silent.

Silent, that is, except for the late night clacking of mahjong tiles and hawking and spitting of the old grannies and grandpas who still live cheek by wrinkled jowl in the old part of the village, my home for a couple of sojourns. Weekends are a write off as the hordes of beachgoers descend, each day-tripper brandishing a BBQ fork and a pack of food.

I once saw a body wash up just after Christmas and the beach keepers blithely anchored it with discarded BBQ forks. Such is the lack of sentiment on that “barren rock”. Life is cheap, and a dead body is just that, dead

While Shanghai is determined to overtake Hong Kong as Asia’s financial capital, the lack of transparency on the Mainland bourse and also the island’s 150-year head start mean Hong Kong is safe in its world number three spot for now, after London and New York.

A visit to the stock exchange is a treat. Watching from the gallery you can see the traders in their red jackets squawking buy and sell instructions to each other.

The term “barren rock” was incanted by British prime minister, Lord Palmerston when he first clapped eyes on the mountainous island in the mid-1800s. What a difference a century or so can make. Today the spectacle of the Hong Kong island waterfront is dizzying. Glass and chrome monoliths to Mammon line the shore and climb the Peak and even the once prominent Jardine building in central with its distinctive round porthole-like windows looks tiny. Its nickname of “the building of a thousand arseholes” lives on among the old Hong Kong hands.

Chek Lap Kok Airport is one of the busiest in the world. The launch slogan for the airport train was “In 23 minutes we give you the world”. I know, I wrote it.

I remember the chaos of its premature opening in 1998, endured with a hangover from hell after celebrating the last flight from the breathtakingly scary Kai Tak airport of old, the night before.

Raised on my father’s tales of colonial Hong Kong and his 1945 post-WW2 photos, I can conjure up a sense of history amidst all the glitz and congestion. The Noon Gun at Causeway Bay is still fired, like a shot across the bows to the denizens of the new order.

My most striking memory of Hong Kong is the surreal June 30/July 1,1997 handover ceremony, after which Prince Charles climbed aboard the royal yacht Britannia and sailed into a rain-swept night across Victoria Harbour, having just handed over the colonial keys to the “old waxworks”, as he privately referred to the Chinese politburo members on hand to receive the spoils. The blue ship literally disappeared into the stormy night, taking with it 150 years of history.

Hong Kong, though officially a Special Administrative Region (SAR) with its own laws and customs, is very much a jewel in Beijing’s crown. Many of the SAR’s citizens are foreign educated and also grew up under the fairly benign rule of the British governors. Like the jackhammer, Hong Kongers are determined to pursue their own, boisterous path, which involves making lots of money.

The seamier side of Hong Kong isn’t far from view and Kowloon is a seething mass of humanity, crammed into packed streets in ghastly high rise buildings just a few paces from the elegant Peninsula hotel where gleaming green Rolls-Royces line the imposing drive.

Cathay Pacific has been Blaise Hopkinson's airline of choice for decades.
Cathay Pacific has been Blaise Hopkinson’s airline of choice for decades

Fabled historian and travel author Jan Morris, who started life as James Humphrey Morris, found Hong Kong fixating for decades. She described the 1997 handover as “sufficiently stylish” but in her many essays and 1988 book Hong Kong she was fascinated by the clash of East and West cultures, and shocked by how poverty existed almost seamlessly with opulence. Travel authors Bruce Chatwin and Paul Theroux were equally entranced.

Hong Kong flag carrier Cathay Pacific, with its teal livery and calligrapher’s swoosh on the tails, has been my airline of choice for decades.