We're not talking confetti, champagne, and Old Lang Syne, though. CNY here is beyond a festival or a holiday. It has the glamor of Christmas, the fireworks of the 4th of July (so I've heard), the staying-up-all-night fiasco of New Years, the biggest feast of the year a la Thanksgiving, and the gift-hoarding (in cash form) of both Christmas and every birthday put together, celebrated all at once. You can just call it MegaHoliday. It involves a week off from school (beginning tomorrow), and is mostly a celebration between families to usher in prosperous growth and wisdom collectively. But, seeing as home is an ocean away, and we'd prefer to see the pure bliss of the season, we decided to have our own little intra-group celebration.
Tonight was the first night, where all of us (and apparently every other person in the city) visited Flower Market Road in Mong Kok East.
That's right, an entire street devoted to the selling of one event for one time of year. And this market, thrown up somehow while we were sleeping, stretches for blocks and blocks, and into adjacent roads even.
Just doing a picture dump right now because I'm waiting for some more to be uploaded soon, but here's what my awful cell phone and a couple others I found could produce. Beginning with some absurdly pink mall displays, and then some candid photos of me taking sneaky pictures of flowers and the general hubbub while store clerks looked away ("no picture!" might be the only two words of English they knew).
Related adventures: getting lost in the pedestrian market, getting lost in Mong Kok, having the revelation that running over people solves problems, running over people for sake of survival, a horrid dinner, and American pop music from 2005.
Yeah, that's all I have for now. I'll update this when my other sources get me the necessary supplies to adequately depict this. And another post from the past about the Tai O experience. Promise.
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