October 1 is China National Day, and also my birthday. For as long as I'm in China, I will have a day off to celebrate, with fireworks thrown in over the harbour for free. All good.
And so it was that yesterday I set off on a junk with 30-odd friends (that's "about 30 friends" not "30 strange people" although it's sometimes a moot point) to celebrate properly. One of the things I noticed early on about Hong Kong is that it encourages extremes. Especially in the expat community.
The junk mored up at South Bay, where, rather than sun bathing and lounging around drinking beer, everyone launched into some sort of activity. One group took themselves off wakeboarding (sadly curtailed by gale force winds ripping the canopy off the boat), a small flotilla of human fish swam to some distant bay, a heavily pregnant woman elected to row a boat to the beach and I, not to be left out, took a canoe around the island. My English friend currently stationed in Beijing looked on all of this with a mixture of fascination and disbelief.....
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