He is wearing a uniform that in China suggests a pretense of authority and power, which he seems determined to exercise. Noisily exhaling he’s flicking through the pages of my passport with that contemptuous self-important look which always makes me feel so grateful I have a foreign passport.
“Why you come China many time?”, the eye-balling Immigration Officer challenges me.
He looks quite irritated, which I guess is understandable because I’ve made him lose face in front of his superiors. A team of three officers have just helped him to identify the apostrophe ” ‘ ” key on his Chinese keyboard…. Irish family names [O’Reilly, O’Donnell, O’Maolcraoibhe, O’Seachnasaighare, etc..] are a novice Chinese Immigration Officer‘s worst nightmare.
His question provokes a chain of thoughts as I reflect a little too deeply for a fitting answer.
“That’s a really good question”, says I…… …. clutching my passport and briskly walking in the direction of Hong Kong Immigration.
Even if there are a few hundred people in front of me patiently waiting in line, this has to me my favourite queue in the world… One-by-one Chop!… Chop!… Chop! … and finally seventh heaven. Works every time!
Hong Kong just feels so different (mindset, style, colours, passion) and so Niall!
Always great to be back in fragrant Hong Kong for a recharge.