As I was reading the regulations on the escalators which link the hilly districts of Hong Kong Island –
I realised that this is where I’ve been going wrong all my life … too much wailing against the flow.
Taking this advice to heart, I declined a trip on a junk at dusk –
– on the basis that there was far too much flow, and it was going up and down in an alarmingly nausea-inducing way.
So, I decided to stay with the flow and wait for nightfall on terra firma, where it was just as picturesque, and much more stable.
Then, on a trip to the History Museum, I learnt that a terrible accident might have been averted if only people had realised that buns flow downwards … at least they do on Earth, where gravity means that all buns are pulled down towards the Earth, unless the buns in question happen to be larger than the Earth, if I’ve understood my science lessons correctly. So, climbing a ten-metre high bun-tower definitely counts as wailing against the flow, and during the 1978 Annual bun scramble on Cheung Chau Island, a bun tower collapsed and caused many injuries.
Ironically, the buns have the word ‘longevity’ stamped on them, and are said to bring protection and good fortune … but obviously not to those who topple ten metres down a wonky pole in an attempt to grab one.
Still going with the flow, we got the funicular to the top of the peak –
– and I then hurled myself down in a daring bungee jump, all the way to the bottom –
and, as if that wasn’t exhausting enough, I then flowed fearlessly towards my adversary –
– as I starred in my own comic strip.
The flow was most definitely going in the right direction when we came across the Craft Gin and Cocktail Bar, where I discovered my new favourite cocktail –
– the gin sour: two for the price of one in happy hour … even more flow going in the right direction.
So I’m now anticipating a very smooth journey as I skip along life’s formerly rugged path, always remembering not to wail against the flow.