a place that was very elegant and yet absolutely packed with Chinese diners(Maxim’s Palace in Central Hong Kong). I had roasted suckling pig thatwas incredible. Anya had garlic spare ribs and eggplant, plus deep-friedstuffed shrimp in an orange-strawberry sauce). Delightful.
We met a man named Michael who explained why there are not more illegalimmigrants in Hong Kong. When I asked why a person from the provinces just doesn’t get up and move to the more elegant Hong Kong for work, hesaid that one must have a visa, even for a Chinese citizen, and that everyresident of China has a national identity card. It looks like our driver’slicense. You get it at birth, and that is how illegal immigration is controlled.There are even posters in Hong Kong that say “if you are working here and are not legally entitled to live in Hong Kong, you will be arrested.” I looked it up: Belgium, Israel, Argentina, Brazil all have them.We’ve been taught that having a national identity card is an invasion of our privacy, but it makes you wonder.
The next day we went to see the “Big Buddha” the largest Buddha in theworld. The tram ride up the hill was scary. I had to close my eyes. TheBuddha was big all right. Built in 1973 primarily as a tourist attraction toraise money for the monksup there. Sorry we traveledso far to see that, but whatthe hell. We didn’t have aguide. Anyway it
was nice to visit him andget scared half to death.