I, like a travel blogger, decided on New Year’s not to get drunk in a regular bar or club, but go to the square and shoot fireworks. Especially, they say, in Hong Kong there is one of the most beautiful fireworks on New Year’s Eve
Official website of Hong Kong invited to the show itself to eleven o’clock. So I moved that way around ten pm.
First suspicion began to creep in when I saw almost all major highways are overlapped. And huge crowds. I quickly slipped into the subway and relatively quietly reached the mainland, from which it promised the most beautiful view of the fireworks.
Good natured policemen help poor girls to search for the road.
And what was my surprise when I saw that I came a little late. Huge mass of people also standing in a huge traffic jam in an attempt to break through to the waterfront …
All major roads are blocked for cars, everywhere are first-aid. The crowd tries to move along the road, hoping to carve out a place where the fireworks will be visible.
I skipped past the people, climbing on footbridges, then moving from point to point on secondary streets between skyscrapers … The girls lost four.
Then going from street to street by shopping malls …
I see free hugs is rampant passion of young Chinese.
Sometimes I had to cross the streets and some storerooms.
But at one point I just stuck in people without the ability to move forward or backward. The time was ten to twelve.
That’s because of my arrogance, and I spent the New Year in the Chinese crowd, cuddling with Chilean and Macedonian, who came just one day in Hong Kong to meet it here so, among the skyscrapers.
And to the waterfront I had to arrive earlier, at seven or eight. And then I would have a chance to see the most beautiful in Asia salute in honor of the New Year.
But I don’t despair, because before I have Chinese New Year, which, they say, more beautiful fireworks.