Old Mongkok

Hong Kong is old.

It’s filled with neon lights and every corner seems to be so bright, no matter what time of day. It’s a city that feels so lived in. How many people must have walked the streets, day in and day out, every day, every minute of it. It’s a city that never sleeps, and it’s a city that never turned off its lights.

I’ve been to Hong Kong thrice, and everytime I’d think that there’s nothing more to see. And everytime I am proven wrong. There will always be new people to meet, and new things to try. I will always have a first time. Hong Kong taught me how to deal with all kinds of people, even with those I don’t really want to deal with.

Hong Kong is old, but I love how every nook, every cranny seems to tell a story.

This time, I’ve been told of the story of Mongkok. I saw it beyond its image as a shopping district. It’s a place full of youth, spending all night with friends, taking photos and chatting in the middle of the street. It’s a mix of the commercial attractions with the old buildings and cheap hostels. It’s a combination I really like, for the mere fact that the old knows how to combine with the new.

It’s nice to see Mongkok in a new light.