Postcards from Hong Kong #010

Voxy on Mosque Street, Hong Kong

So many years ago, prompted by various friends’ trips to Hong Kong, we gave each other nicknames to parody the ridiculous English names that abound*.

The nicknames we had included Laser (pronounced lay-sur), Mobile, Cherry Windmill and, mine, Voxy. Imagine how pleased I was when I saw this car on my street.

And also a slew of other emotions not so easily described or defined. How I felt then about things, and how we are now. The people I’ve walked away from and those others I do not make time for, even though I did/do enjoy their company. We grow up and move on, and certain memories gild themselves with the innocence of nostalgia while others take on a tinge of bitter regret. We cling on, still, to the hopes seeded then and which, so much time later, are only taking root now.

When I decide to get a car here in Hong Kong, I’m going to hunt this down.

*A solicitor at a big law firm here is named Cholorophyll. I was assisted by Milky while looking for moisturisers at Sasa.