In her statutory declaration as to why she gave me up for adoption, my mother gave her address as an unmarked hut, in Melon Garden, Kam Shan Village, Tai Po.
The wonderful Winnie managed to get us to the village,which is amazingly still there, on the edge of Tai Po, when most of Tai Po has been totally redeveloped.
We were able to look around and see that a few huts still remain. Winnie is sure that the right to inhabit will have been passed down through generations, and looking at the price it costs to rent a dire two bed apartment – £1.2k per month, only moments from these huts, I can see why. Still cannot get my head around the idea that I may have walked and stood exactly where my Mother once was. We are going to go back again with posters and letters to see if we can find people who were there in the 1960s. I posted on a facebook page, Hong Kong in the 1960s, and so many people have sent good wishes, shared it with other relevant social media sites.
This isn’t the most eloquent of posts but I promised myself I would blog daily…. Still getting to grips with this crazy crazy place. One minute I‘m walking the streets, nearly mown down by Prada, Hermes, Gucci, LV, Chanel, D&G, designer frenzied shoppers, the next I’m staring at a hut where my Mother could have lived. It leaves me speechless and a little confused.