There was a protest of sorts (the HK Union of Students were bitching about something) but the police outnumbered the earnest young boys and girls so there wasn't much of interest to gawk at.The real event which takes place every Sunday in Central (rain or shine) is the weekly gathering of Hong Kong's maid population.
There are roughly 140,000 Filipinos in Hong Kong and the overwhelming proportion of them make their living as maids and domestic helpers. Sunday is their day off and they gather in Central to socialise, dance, pray and picnic.
I'm always struck by the sheer volume of the chatter audible blocks before you arrive. It sounds to my ears anyway like a giant flock of geese.Today there was a performance of sorts though it appeared to me more of a beauty product marketing exercise dressed up as a beauty/talent contest.
I've always been struck by the innocence of this weekly ritual. Birthdays are celebrated, home made food eaten and for a day at least homesickness is held at bay.
They have a pretty tough time of it I think.Hong Kong can be a strange place at times.OK that's the obligatory shot of the escalator, longest outside version of its kind in the world, I take it to work every day, blah,blah, blah.