While the rest of the world waits for intelligence-whistleblowing Chinese spy/heroic global citizen Edward Snowden to resurface in some Latin American bastion of liberty run by an economically illiterate gringo-phobe, Hong Kong ponders its shortest-lived adopted son’s hasty and impulsive decision to skip town. It is a story rich in the glamour and excitement of the international jet-setting espionage milieu, featuring as it does a little apartment, mobile phones in the fridge, a meal of pizza, fried chicken and Pepsi, and cherubic Democratic Party legislator and lawyer Albert Ho.
Almost as in one of Batman and Robin’s more reflective moments, Ed grapples with Albert’s insistence that there would be no Internet access in a Hong Kong detention centre. The incredulous 30-year-old geek seeks confirmation from the highest levels of his host city’s government, and the word comes back, with momentous solemnity, that nope – there would be no computer access in prison here. The senior official pauses to let the message sink in before putting the phone down. With no more hesitation than James Bond showed in killing a guy for ordering red wine with fish, Ed flees to the airport and is last seen waving from the window of the rusting Tupelov as it lumbers skyward towards Moscow. Viewers will now become better acquainted with new cast member, the gorgeous, leggy, pouting Sarah Harrison of WikiLeaks, former girlfriend of Julian Assange, English rose and non-lawyer intern investigative superwoman freedom fighter heroine, who is replacing Ed’s ballerina femme whom audiences found too cold/New York/wacko. Then the action will resume.
Meanwhile, some pictures fresh from the digital. On the right, Japanese tea in a refrigerated display in a store. If only one of ‘Straight Tea’ and ‘The Pungency’ were on offer, I wouldn’t have cared, but it’s not every day you see them together. These are just a couple of the many things you can’t get in Ecuador.
On the left, a white luxury mega-van seen on Ice House Street late yesterday afternoon, with cross-border as well as Hong Kong plates, parking not only just beyond a 24-hour no-parking sign but on a bus stop (don’t be fooled by the brake lights – he was very stationary). Fortunately, with my Rosa Kleb knife-in-shoe, I was able to puncture the tyres with four swift kicks. And give the driver one in the shin…