Before the virus epidemic took hold of HK, Mr and Mrs Leung and I discussed going to the village Cantonese opera, that happens to be take place in my little sister’s village, just once a year. I wasn’t sure it would still take place, as it’s a public event over 4 days, and even if it did happen, whether my hosts would want to venture out. But Mr Leung, who is separating some of the house out to potentially rent to a student, had arranged to view a small apartment that had been advertised, basically sizing up the competition.
So that’s what we set off to do. But what a day we had.
As well a the spectacular opera, the village was having a feast day. The temples were thronging, they lit the biggest fire cracker I ever saw/heard, there was a lion dancing parade and free suckling pig for every villager. And I bumped into my big and little sister and my two nieces. I hadn’t told them I was going, just in case we didn’t end up going, so it was an extra special bonus to round off a spectacular day.
(I don’t think Mr Leung has much competition in the rental market. After climbing 5 flights of a very tight and slippery stairwell, we squeezed into the smallest ‘apartment’ I have ever squished into. Real estate prices are supposedly dropping because of the virus and protests. I can’t imagine who would pay £460 to ‘live’ here.)