My home for over a year, and believe it or not....much loved, in a love/hate sort of way.
My home for over a year, and believe it or not....much loved, in a love/hate sort of way.
yes it has some great food and other attractions but many dangers LOL
Live your life for a reason and don't worry be happy
if you don't know where you are going then any road will do!!
I am sure TAWIII will have comments/memories of CKM
Live your life for a reason and don't worry be happy
if you don't know where you are going then any road will do!!
I had an apartment in Mid-Levels but used to visit Chunking at least weekly,had loads of mates in there,met some dodgy guys of all ethnicities,basically I f***ing loved the place,met some great women there,had some awesome curries,I even found a nepalese brothel once that catered for Gurkhas,it never closed,never slept and was always interesting whatever time you popped in,you always found something or met someone even if you werent looking for it or them
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Yep, never a dull moment in Chungking.
One day we had to step over someone's body to get into the lift....Pakistani guy.
He'd just been 'chopped' (hacked to death) by a bunch of Chinese, and the cops hadn't yet arrived.
Another time some guys from our hostel (mostly construction workers like me) had a big battle with with some Nepali workers from the next floor, right in 'Travellers' reception area....just like the bloody wild west.
There was a scouse bouncer used to live in chungking,he was chopped several times for throwing a triad down some stairs,he lost a finger etc whilst protecting his headPakistani guy.
He'd just been 'chopped' (hacked to death) by a bunch of Chinese, and theMy mate scotch Kieth was near Bottoms Up(Made famous through the man with the golden gun)when he threw an apple at a she-male prostitute,the chick-with-dick threw some incredible punches,I couldnt do a thing as I was creased up in stitches at the scene
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Ah, my friend also worked as a bouncer there, at a Triad owned and run night club (I suppose they all are).
Some of the stories he used to tell me were pretty shocking.
He was basically permitted to do anything to misbehaving punters....bar actually killing them.
Maybe that approach would quieten things down a bit over here too.
This sounds reasurring, im staying at a dodgy mansion place at 54 Nathan Road in a few weeks...the Cosmic Inn if you know it. It was the cheapest place I could find that didn't look too flea bitten, its about 500 hkd a night which is cheap for Honkers. Im staying at the Evergreen in Jordan a few weeks later, that looks a little bit better.
54-56 is Mirador Mansions the next one up,its an up-market version of chungking,a sanitised version,neither the ambiance nor the characters,I knew a guy who hung himself on the roof for whatever reason back in the 1990's
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Yes, Mirador is a sort of Chungking 'annexe'.
Its biggest advantage is that there are hardly any stairs to climb, or lifts to share cheek to cheek with several large sweaty Nigerians.
You'll survive.
Just keep an eye on your stuff.
When I first stayed in Chungking my bunk in the dorm for 6 was 50hkd a night.
I later moved into my own room for a princely 110hkd...less drugs and illegal immigrant raids too.
I got locked up for 18 hours in Wanchai nick once when the cops were checking people outside Big Apple,I didnt have any form of ID whatsoever so was held till someone turned up with my HK ID card,the 18 hours flew over quickly as I was chatting with Illegal nigerians and indiansillegal immigrant raids too
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Sounds appealingI might have to break the bank and book somewhere a bit nicer....a skip in a back alley outside a roasted duck cafe will do
it doesnt look too bad on their website http://www.cosmicguesthouse.com/
I'm only there for 2 nights anyway
It's a well known place, and I'm sure you'll be fine.
Could be worse,I still remember stepping inside Kowloons walled city in 1989 or 1990,now THAT was scary at night,especially for a kidit was a twilight zone of drugs,prostitution and crime
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
At least it's a bit closer to the entertainment in Honkers, when I stayed there in Dec and Jan I was a bit further out of town near Mong Kok.
lol! Now you've reminded me of my friend (bouncer/plant operator) who was taken off to the cop shop after an 'affray' in Travellers, during which he'd been whacked round the back of the head with a baseball batOriginally Posted by Tawi2
I got locked up for 18 hours in Wanchai nick once when the cops were checking people outside Big Apple,I didnt have any form of ID whatsoever so was held till someone turned up with my HK ID card,the 18 hours flew over quickly as I was chatting with Illegal nigerians and indians
Anyway, he was so miffed by being dragged off, that next morning when the cops said he wasn't being charged and could go, he refused to leave unless they first sent in a senior (British) officer to apologise, and a McDonalds 'Big Breakfast', because he was hungry.
They eventually agreed.
Sounds like ErmitaCould be worse,I still remember stepping inside Kowloons walled city in 1989 or 1990,now THAT was scary at night,especially for a kid
Ah, that human funfair...
Even in its heyday back when I first visited 20+ years ago Ermita was never like the walled city,that place was truly something else,I dont know if theres any footage of it anywhere online but it was triad run,I walked around often and never saw another gweilo insideSounds like Ermita
I knew a guy in Mirador who opened his flat door and was bottled by ginger-jasonin Travellers, during which he'd been whacked round the back of the head with a baseball bat
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Was the movie CHUNGKING EXPRESS about the mansion?
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Yes !
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chungking_Express
Funnily enough I played a Hong Kong police inspector in a movie, but that was about 1995.
Came over all nostalgic for a moment
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Me, the ex and some friends (in Ermita).
My bouncer friend is the big guy, second from right:
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gret pics and memories of a an unforgetable place, got me to thinking of all the crazy stuff we got up to when living out there.. used to run (well run and drink a lot) with the wan chai hash house harriers (vehicle for many Brit/Filipina marriages) the infamous men only Royal Southside hash (my honey has still not forgiven me for the Club Bunnys incident lol) procured without consent a junk out of Aberdeen harbour and went island hopping for the weekend.... hid a police car from the officers who stupidly left the keys in it... and generally just had a fab time. Pity about the polution levels these days, even the family area of Discovery bay on Lantau is getting bad otherwise we would look to head back with the little ones
Live your life for a reason and don't worry be happy
if you don't know where you are going then any road will do!!
Graham,that bouncer geezer looks remarkably like Big Phil
Scott,I think we all did strange things,most cant be revealed for fear of imprisonment
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
That guys profile DOES look scarily like big-phil
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
My lips are sealed....in the interests of a certain person's privacy.
What a small world, eh ?
I KNEW it was him,but there was a slight moments hesitancy as there was someone else in the pic I didnt recognise
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Now you have me wondering about all of the other truckers I knew
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
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