So for the last few days i have spent my fun fun times amongst the throngs of Hong Kong city. Its a wild city, its like Bangkok, just 20 times more compact and about 100 times more organised.
Even though i have only spent a couple of days here, the trip has been lots of fun. Last night i went up to the peak, which is apparently the highest point of Hong Kong. Its the place where all those pictures are taken of the amazing Hong Kong skyline. Anyway there is this tram that can take you there. And its popular, so the lines are usually long.

Last night was no exception. Once you buy your tickets, the line then gets divided into sections, like carriages, so when the tram comes you can easily board. So it ended up being that i had been sectioned off with this massive tour group, all of whom, were Japanese, most being men.
Anyway, i was contently reading my book, still in the line, when one of out of the blue, popped his head in my line of sight, which was down at my book, and asked me what my name was. Haha. He was cool, a sparkle in his eye, a smile on his face. I smiled, and told him.

‘Ahh David Beckam’, and with that he imitated kicking a soccer ball. All his friends Laughed along with him, and who now were also curiously gathering around me, to them, a little white kid. I asked the guy who asked me the question where they were from. He said Japan. I thought Korea actually. I don’t know why, he looked a little like my last new zealand natural boss, who was korean.
My japanese was non-existent, their english was terrible. I wish i could of told them that i was in fact in love with their country, and that i was dying to go. And that I was actually in Hong Kong because japan was too expensive. And that i thought Murakami was the best thing since Fitzgerald. But alas, I obviously could not.

I then asked where in Japan he was from. I dont think he understood. So i said a few names. “your home? Tokyo, Kyoto, Kobe?”
“OOHH”, he said in reply. haha.
Then he said something about Melly melly something. I was like what?
“I live in very very country”.
“very very country?”
“yes, we live in very very country, far away”.

HAHA. i laughed so hard. very very country? hahaha. Which to them, they all laughed too. They were probably somewhere between 50 and 60. I don’t think i have ever met such a merry company of old men in my life. They were all so content with each others company, laughing away, all smiles, all happy faces.
Anyway they eventually got across to me that they were farmers, and that they farmed rice. They asked me where i was from, if i had a girlfriend and if i liked Sake. When i told them i didnt drink they laughed so hard. They said that it was funny that david beckam didn’t drink.

Oh i so wanted to speak japanese. I so wanted to tell them i wanted to visit them in ‘very very country’, and that i would help them with harvest, and that i could drink coke with them, while they drank their sake.

I fell in love with them, so loving and fun hearted. It just made me realise, that everywhere around the world, people are living, loving and doing things the right way, even though millions of others are so lost in that. I didn’t care if these guys had practiced shinto all their lives, I saw something so real and so true. They were like brothers, with brotherly loved tagged so evidently alongside. The one guy who had a little better english than the rest of them told me that they had been farming together for decades.

Goodness. I want to love purely.