The 46th floor of the Central Plaza Building on Hong Kong Island is a completely empty floor. There’s no furniture, no music, no souvenir shop, no tour groups, and when I went, no people either.
For the first time in two months, my clothes won’t smell of BBQ smoke, my knees won’t get bruised from sitting up against tiny tables, and I won’t stand out in a crowd. I’m in Hong Kong. And it feels a lot like every other modern city, Melbourne included. It’s clean (enough), busy, noisy, lively. […]