I wrote about my misadventures during a Singapore layover, though that wasn’t my only layover in Asia on this trip. I also had a quick 10 hour overnight in Hong Kong, as I arrived at around midnight and left around 10AM the next morning.
Even though I didn’t enter the city, the layover made me sad…
As probably everyone knows, there have been huge protests in Hong Kong for months. On the one hand it has been heartbreaking to see, though on the other hand it has been inspiring to see the level to which the people of Hong Kong have come together to fight for what they believe in.
I feel like in the US we constantly have protests with very little follow through. We act outraged about something for 24 hours, and then drop it. In Hong Kong they maintain the outrage for months, and get things done.
Prior to today I hadn’t been in Hong Kong since the protests started. Personally I’d have no qualms visiting the city, and haven’t even avoided it. Rather it just hasn’t been in my travel plans.
My Emotional Hong Kong Layover
Passing through Hong Kong Airport, and even flying Cathay Pacific, felt different this time around, to the point that it made me emotional, and I had to hold back tears this morning (in fairness, I’m also deliriously tired after this travel week, so that might have something to do with it).
What I can’t figure out is if my observations are simply reflecting how I’m feeling about Hong Kong, or if the energy has in fact different than usual.
For one, I stayed at the Regal Airport Hotel connected to HKIA last night, and this morning when I went to the airport I had to show my passport and boarding pass to even enter the terminal. That’s not a big deal, but that oddly resonated with me and made me sad, because that didn’t used to be thing, and we know why it’s now the case.
So, what was actually different? I couldn’t help but feel like the energy of everyone was just a bit off. It wasn’t extreme or readily apparent to someone who hasn’t been to Hong Kong many times before — there wasn’t a huge walk-out, people weren’t crying, and there wasn’t chaos.
Hong Kong is a city like no other, with some incredible people. It has been both sad and inspiring to see what has unfolded there the past several months, and I was curious to see what passing through the airport would be like.
I’ve always thought that Hong Kong had a unique and indescribable energy (yes, even when just flying through there), and that seemed to be missing this time. Now, it’s possible that I have some level of confirmation bias — I was expecting things to be different, and maybe picked up on some things more than I previously would have.
But I most definitely felt that the Hong Kong spirit that I’m used to was missing this time around. I don’t know to what extent that was me reflecting my feelings, or to what extent that was really there.
It always seems impossible until it is done.