Two days ago, I ran again on an old route, a very popular route in the middle of Hong Kong Island, which brought back lots of memories. Which, I am sure, are shared by lots of HongKongers.
There were those staircases with an Olympic theme.
The circular, elevated walkway underneath which so many of us have walked so many times. So often we got stuck watching the walkway, for a long time. But nobody complained.
Those tramways on which we tried to find a way through. Among double-decker trams and buses stuck among the people. Riders inside watched us, and we watched them.
The gigantic department store, a popular landmark and rendezvous.
The dark place under the flyover. Where people pay old ladies to beat up their enemies - virtually.
The elevated walkway across the main road. Where so many reporters and photographs set up their cameras.
A historical church. Reminds us of the role that some Christians, pastors, and their churches played.
An infamous staircase. Where a few old men liked to berate others.
The spiral staircase, where lovers and newlyweds like to take their photographs, in happier times.
A very old public underground toilet. Only for men. It has not changed for ages.
Another historical building. Not many are left standing.
The old hospital, the major hospital for the common people like us in the Western District for so many decades. Astride the “Birds’ Bridge”.
A very old bathhouse. Now no longer in use
A very old maternity clinic. Many who live in the Western District were born here.
Just a few of the familiar sights which bring back so much memory. Never forget.
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