I first heard of the country called Libya when I was 10 years old. That was when American F-14 shot down two Libyan Su-22 over the Gulf of Sidra. The country and Colonel Gaddafi (already the leader of Libya at that time), were soon forgotten since I was too young to understand the geopolitics of the world.
When I heard of Libya again, it was when the United States bombed it in 1986. I wasn’t really aware of the reason behind that until years later, but the fact that F-111 fighter bombers flew all the way from England around the Straits of Gibraltar to bomb Libya was nothing short of amazing to a 15 year-old. The reason was that the military history books which I had taken a fancy of at that time portrayed the flight of bombers from England to Germany in World War II as an impressive feat on its own. It was also the first time I was exposed to the weaponry like HARM (High Speed Anti-Radiation Missles) and AGM-65 Tactical Air-to-Ground Missile etc.
Since then, Colonel Gaddafi is nothing more than another crackpot Arab dictator which I had a low impression of. After all, whenever I heard of the country again it was always related to some anti-Israel rhetoric, atrocities like the Lockerbie bombing or United Nation sanctions. Over the years I even discovered that Gaddafi is afraid of heights, and he refused to stay in high rise buildings and refused to take a flight for more than a certain number of hours. Thus, Libya is not only a pariah which failed to behave accordingly in the modern world, its leader Gaddafi is a wussy!
When the United Nations lifted the sanctions on Libya in 2003, it came as a surprise to me. In my opinion, this was a shameless political deal. Libya was providing counter-terrorism intelligence to MI6 and the CIA in the aftermath of 9-11 and now it suddenly became as an ally of the West in the so-called “War on Terror”. All the crimes against humanity committed by the Gaddafi and his regime were seemingly forgotten (if not forgiven) and I wondered whether Gaddafi will ever get his just deserts. This simply added to my already low opinion of the UN as a useless organisation not only incapable of dealing with the issues between countries and the world, but nothing more than a rubber stamp to legitimise the actions of Western (in particular American) neo-Imperialism.
Then came the “Jasmine Revolution” which swept rapidly across the Arab world. Tunisia, Egypt, Yemen, Libya and Syria were all caught. I thought things in Libya will become a long drawn out affair like that of Syria and Yemen (which are still ongoing). In fact, I was expecting the rebellion to be brutally crushed and the remnants of the rebels Libyan National Liberation Army to scatter to the four winds and prosecute a long, drawn out guerilla war against Gaddafi’s regime. I didn’t take into account how quickly France led the West in turning against Gaddafi, declared a no fly zone over Libya and then attacked his forces with air strikes. It is of no wonder Gaddafi’s regime to collapse like a house of cards, since this was like someone binding you in ropes and then putting you into a boxing ring with an opponent.
Gaddafi was captured and summarily executed by forces opposing his regime on 20th Oct 2011. Just like Saddam Hussein, the bitter end of Gaddafi was captured on video by a mobile phone. The video showed the once haughty leader being beaten in public while he begged for mercy. There were some reports that he was also sexually abused with bayonets, guns and cylindrical objects shoved into his anus before he was killed. I bet no one would pursue the matter on bringing those who tortured and executed him to trial for a war crime.
Comparatively, even though Saddam Hussein was executed after a show trial, he died a more “dignified” death. Not that I have any respect for Saddam, but at least he was clearly made of sterner stuff compared to Gaddafi. Saddam didn’t flinch before his executioners and he remained unrepentant to the very end.
Those who are pro-West will celebrate the death of Gaddafi and the collapse of his regime to be victory of the self determination of the Libyan people. Unfortunately, the reality is more than that. It simply demonstrates that there is no true self determination for any other country with a value system different from the West. Granted, the likes of Saddam and Gaddafi are plundering their own country’s riches and stashing them away in private coffers, but the same can almost be said for Wall Street and it is not like there aren’t pro-West leaders who are doing the same while the West turn a blind eye to that.
In the world of neo-Imperialism, where the right to reason and opinion is often dominated by the West, my bet on the next victim would be Iran as there is now rumors of preparations to attack Iran’s nuclear facility. I also wondered what other plots would be thrown at the cancer-stricken Hugo Chavez of Venezuela who has survived several political plots which included referendums and military coups.
Anyway, I don’t mourn nor sympathise with Gaddafi. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
The China double hit-and-run case is old news since it happened on October 13. Much have been said about the carelessness of the mother to the callousness of the 18 pedestrians and cyclists. Undoubtedly, those 18 people who did nothing to help were condemned and there was much discussion (if not debate) among China’s netizens about the degradation of “Chinese morality”. Even I had put the blame of the complete collapse of Chinese morality on the Cultural Revolution and the Communist Party. The only bright spot of this whole incident is that the old lady who helped refused to take any reward offered to her. Let me paraphrase what she said: “I will not take it because if I do, people will say I am doing it for the money.” Note, this is not some rich tai-tai but an old lady picking cupboard boxes to make a living.
I’ll admit I was outraged and appalled when I first read the news and saw the video. As time goes by I understand some of the reasons behind the callousness of the passerbys. It is not even the result of the bystander effect, but a fear that one might get into trouble.
Apparently, there were extortion cases where good Samaritans were accused of knocking into or pushing elderly folks, and even kidnapping children. These poor souls end up losing huge sums of money. In one bizarre case in 2006, a kind man in Nanjing named Peng Yu (彭宇) was sued in court by the very woman he helped. The accursed judge presiding over the case ruled that “common sense” suggested that Peng only took the woman to the hospital because he was guilty and ordered him to pay her medical expenses. From what I gathered, it cost Peng a good 40,000 Yuan (approx. S$8000). Similarly a Xu Yunhe (许云鹤) in Tianjin also lost over 100,000 Yuan (approx. S$20,000) for helping an elderly person who was jay walking. In a society where there is such gross miscarriage of justice, and where the people preyed upon each other, it is of no wonder why the two drivers who ran over her didn’t stop to help while everyone ignored poor Yue Yue as she lay dying on a narrow market street. After all, those who didn’t care probably felt that “no good deed goes unpunished” in China and netizens there even joked that the old lady helped because she does not read news on China’s Internet.
However, understanding why those 18 people didn’t help doesn’t mean I agree with the excuses, rational or reasons behind it. The excuses given reminded me of the Parable of the Good Samaritan from one of my Bible studies lessons, in which one of reasons given as to why the people didn’t help was to avoid the trouble that comes along with it. My pastor further explained that Jesus detests this because the priests and Levites in that period no longer understand the spirit of God’s spiritual laws, but were repeatedly finding excuses in the word of the law to justify their actions and excuse themselves from doing what is right.
Now, even when we do not look at the moral aspect, I would like to point out at times even animals do better than human beings in helping their own kind in need. Look at these videos, for example:
In the first example, a gecko made an effort to help another of its kind on its own and it is clear how apprehensive it is when attacking the snake. In the second example, a herd of buffaloes battled the lions to save a calf. All of these actions come with a threat to the very lives of those which offered to help.
I am not linking these videos to “teach” everyone a moral lesson, but it makes me feel ashamed after looking at these videos. We are less than beasts (禽兽不如) when our actions are less than that of common beasts. If we cannot be as heroic as the gecko in the first video, then at least be like the buffaloes in the second. If we believe that we can’t be of any good on our own, or that our strength alone is too feeble, then call for help. Certainly, doing what is right in whatever way appropriate is better than doing nothing at all. The old lady who helped did not even hesitate when she dragged poor Yue Yue to the side of the road.
Before I end, please look at this video. And remember what the police officer said:
Go proactive. Take action. Different people, different action.
This is my first visit to Macau and Macau always give me the feeling of being an insignificant younger brother overshadowed by Hong Kong, not just in size (a mere 29km2 compare to over 1100km2 of Hong Kong) but also in terms of its economy. Incidentally, Hong Kong’s previous colonial ruler Britain also eclipsed Portugal (Macau’s colonial ruler) as a maritime power.
Getting to Macau from Hong Kong is easy. Just get down to the harbour at Sheung Wan and buy a ticket. Just be careful not to take the ferry that goes out to Taipa, however. After clearing Hong Kong’s customs, one is required to get a seat number (like those on an airplane) before boarding and this should be done more than 15 minutes because ‘unclaimed’ seats are issued to those who have either missed the earlier ferry or those who wants to take an earlier ferry out. Be really careful when boarding because the seas are quite rough in Hong Kong. On both the outgoing and returning trip I have noticed people that fell when the ferry rocked. The trip takes about an hour.
After clearing the customs in Macau, you will be greeted by touts who would offer taxi tours to bring you around. My advise is to ignore them if you only want to visit the Ruins of St Paul (大三巴) and the Macau museum since it’s only about 500 ~ 600 meters out from the Grand Lisboa. The only issue is getting yourself orientated so you can find your way to the destination. To get to the casinos, just hop onto any of the shuttle buses provided by the respective casino which is about to leave.
The entire income of the whole Macau Special Administrative Region [SAR] probably comes from the casinos alone. There’s so many of them and I didn’t bother to check them out nor try my luck. I walked through the Grand Lisboa and felt it’s no different from Genting. Gamblers however, may beg to differ.
Macau is simply Las Vegas of the Orient and Sin City. Next to the casinos you can easily find the multitude of pawn shops (for those who are out of luck), and there are also many shops selling expensive jewelry and watches for those who have made a killing. Around the casinos you really don’t see much of the housing.
Prostitution is legal in Macau as it is in Singapore. The difference is that there is no restriction to soliciting. Strewn on the floor outside the casinos, I noticed ‘name cards’ touting massage services and spas. On one card it claimed that the girl is from Singapore. I have no doubt these masseurs are nothing more than prostitutes.
There are also restaurants and retail shops in the casino. I had lunch at the restaurant in the old Casino Lisboa located right next to the famous infamous ‘Race Track’. There are no horses or dogs racing here but rather it is where the prostitutes – mostly from China – congregate and walk around non stop in a loop. I often seen them approach or winked at the men who looked at them.
I noticed on the map, which I have lost, that there is also a zoo and a university. Unfortunately we didn’t have time to visit Taipa and we only spent time at the Ruins of St Paul and the Museum. It took me awhile to get there since it is not so straight forward nor is it visible at street level. Again, there was a never-ending hoard of tourists from China.
I had originally wanted to spend a few days in Macau and I am glad I didn’t. Frankly I think there is nothing much though on hindsight I regret not visiting the Venetian. Perhaps I would save that for a second trip.
Anyway, I haven’t got much to show for it except these photos. Maybe I’ll come back again in a few years.
This is my second visit to Hong Kong. The last time I was there was in 2008. Hong Kong, ever changing and a jumble of awe inspiring skyscrappers and hills, never ceased to fascinate me. (The peaks in Hong Kong – including the one at Lantau island, ranged from 400 ~ 900 over meters compared with the pathetic 176 meters of Bukit Timah.)
Mongkok, is probably more populated than any part of Singapore. I am surprised to find hotels – one which I stayed for the first 3 nights, smacked right in the corner of a street of hardware shops. It is also just a stone’s throw away from a ‘wet market’ street where one can find living seafood being sold. The hotel is even more dodgy looking than those Hotel 81s we find in Geylang because the concierge is no bigger than an information counter at any of our shopping centers. However, I don’t really complain since it was relatively comfortable and even at low levels I don’t get people coming in for hourly bookings and a quick bang. Other than the irritating door that doesn’t close on its own (which we have to make an effort to close), there is really nothing more for me to complain about.
There were small open spaces – which probably pass off as small parks for old folks to do their morning exercise in the most unexpected places. As it is past the September equinox, the sun sets early in Hong Kong and darkness would set by 6:30pm. By then the shops will be closed and human activities along the streets would almost cease. Other than the occasional taxi or pedestrian, the streets would appear deserted. In fact, at some streets the pink lights indicating the vices would come on and one can see hastily set up, handwritten posters on stairways advertising the girls to those who are interested. In some cases, pimps would ‘waylay’ unsuspecting pedestrians and tout the unseen girls in the levels above. My friend and I took a look at one of the posters and it was touting ‘fair skinned’ Malay girls. We hurried along when a pimp approached us though I suspect these ‘fair skinned’ Malay girls may actually just be darker skinned Malaysian Chinese women or perhaps fairer aborigines from Sabah or Sarawak who can speak Malay.
Yet just a few more streets away would be one of the busiest shopping districts of Mongkok and Mongkok MTR station itself, where Portland street and the Langham Place Shopping Mall is, bustling with life and night activity. And that isn’t very far away when you see just how narrow the streets are and how closely the buildings are packed together.
Food is aplenty and one would be spoiled for choices because an eatery is found every few streets. The food by Singapore dollar standards is not cheap (probably costs 2 times as much at times), but they taste far better than most in Singapore. In general it is not difficult to get a sumptuous meal between HK$30 ~ HK$45 per person (approx S$5 ~ S$8 at present exchange rate) depending on where and what you eat. Anyway, the portion on one plate is good enough for a long time – and the food definitely taste waaaaaaay better. Slices of Char Siew – way thicker than what hawkers would serve here in Singapore – seems to melt in the mouth, and fish balls are spongy and somewhat crispy. That’s not mentioning the soup that comes with the noodles don’t make me feel thirsty nor leave that feeling of MSG in the throat. I would have to blame the increasingly unpalatable food on the replacement of the Singaporean / Malaysian helpers and cooks at our local eateries with cheaper ones from mainland China. It’s not so much about their cooking skills but rather the food they made are not to our taste. If one would consider the food in Hong Kong to be expensive in terms of Singapore dollar terms, then at least it is value for money unlike the pathetic portions our hawkers are giving us while they whine about rental and difficult times. That said, unless the owners of these Hong Kong eateries already owned whatever place they have set up, it makes me wonder how they managed since property prices in Hong Kong and thus rental is way higher.
Transportation is far more superior. One almost never need to take the cab unless absolutely necessary. While the train frequency of the MTR (Mass Transit Railway) is higher, the trains are packed most of the time. Even so, getting a seat is far easier as passenger turnover is way better than Singapore. I noticed that the commuters don’t use their phones as much on the trains and moving displays were displaying news and vital information. On top of that, the station distances are closer and large number of commuters would alight every 3 to 5 stations which unlike Singapore, you get that only when the MRT trains arrive at major stations like Jurong East, Bishan, Ang Mo Kio or Tampines (which is easily 8 ~ 10 stations), not to mention that our stations seems to be place further apart. The Octopus card is way superior than our EZLink since I can use it to purchase at the convenient stores, and even some vending machines beside taking public transportation. In fact, I only need to tap once on buses (on boarding) unlike in Singapore where I have to tap on exit as well or charged with the maximum fare.
I am also happy both hotels provided free WIFI which allows me to stay in contact with my friends in Singapore in the evening. I have to say the Internet connectivity is outstanding, since I was able to upload a whole lot of photos to Facebook (several hundred megabytes of them at times) without break and pretty quickly. I would think if you are a Hong Konger, then there is probably no issue with Internet connectivity anywhere since WIFI hotspots are everywhere. Unfortunately for a visitor I don’t have the accounts to login at most places (other than the rare ones with SSID ‘freegovwifi-e’) so they are as good as not available. In comparison, WirelessSG is a total disgrace because I often end up connecting to a ‘full strength’ node that is either slower than a snail or dead while I never had that problem in Hong Kong. As for roaming charges, they are at $22 per megabyte on SingTel. My suggestion is to sign up for a daily or 3 day Bridge DataRoam plan so you don’t have to be overly concerned with using your 3G / GRPS usage in Hong Kong. I had mine off but a short use of 3G on my phone to get a fix of my location and find my way to Lan Kwai Fong busted 6MB in data usage and costs me a good S$130+ in roaming charges. (I came home to Singapore just in time to see it in the bill! Ouch!)
The planned expansion of the MTR
I didn’t spend a lot of time in Mongkok other than those time I spent looking for food. For the duration I was staying in one of Mongkok’s hotel, I was off to Lantau Island and Macau. I would talk about Macau in another post but even on Lantau Island, the immediate area after the showcase Ngong Ping village at the foot of the bronze Buddha statute has gone through some changes. Not to mention I certainly noticed more people than the last time I was there – due to the influx of the ever present and ever more irritating tourists from China.
After which, I relocated to another hotel at Aberdeen (on Hong Kong island itself) and it was an entirely different world. The hotel room was way bigger and more luxurious though the only drawback was the lack of the MTR. The hotel made it up by providing a shuttle service to Hong Kong MTR Station almost hourly. There seem to be a lack of customers at the hotel (which I don’t mind) but I suspect most of them to be business travelers who are already off to work whenever we are leaving the hotel. Even if ‘business is really bad’ for this particular hotel, I’ll expect it to change with the completion of the South Island Line East & West Section in the near future.
We didn’t really do much in the next few days, other than going to the Peak to get some photos, a walk around Sheung Wan, to the escalators leading up the Mid Levels, the Dr Sun Yat-Sen Museum and Ocean Park. On the way up the escalator to the Mid Levels, we noticed how packed the houses were and also the large expatriate population congregated at the many pubs to watch the Rugby world cup live telecast. It was something I thought I would only see at Lan Kwai Fong. I gave up trying to find the end of the escalators but I can’t help but consider the great difference between the high end residential area further up and the old buildings along the way between them and the dazzling business district further down at Central Hong Kong along the way. It’s sort of like heaven and perdition though I am also reminded that I am in no position to think that way without knowing the thoughts of the people themselves.
There is also an impending district councils elections since I noticed posters of candidates around different parts of Kowloon and even on Hong Kong island itself. The campaigning period is way longer than those we have in Singapore and I wondered why Singapore is always in such a hurry. There is also some level of mudslinging on the television between candidates, though I suspect that is nothing compared to those in Taiwan. This made me compare the governance between Hong Kong and Singapore.
As we all know, Hong Kong has not done well in providing public housing for the average Hong Konger. It’s a little puzzling why that is so since I believe Hong Kong would have a bigger budget to work with to provide more public housing (even when we consider the impact on the Hong Kong dollar as a result of the America’s Quantitative Easing). The reason is that with China as the hinterland (and without the political and historical burdens that Singapore bear with regard to Malaysia), Hong Kong is economically less vulnerable than Singapore. On top of which, Hong Kong also does not have a large defense overhead to be concerned with since the burden of National Defense falls on the central government in Beijing and the People’s Liberation Army contingent stationed in Hong Kong. Social mobility is also another issue, and in fact, the news on TV showed one of the candidates for next year’s Chief Executive elections being questioned on the difficulty of upward social mobility in Hong Kong by an undergrad. That said, social mobility is also an issue here in Singapore because our vaunted ‘meritocracy’ is nothing more than a sham when it is usually the children of the elite getting the bursaries while the children of those who are not so well off continued to end up at the bottom of the social ladder.
I am not singing the Singapore government’s praises here, but I must say Singapore has done way better in the department of public housing compared to Hong Kong. But that brings me to ask what exactly is causing the high rental that our hawkers are complaining about which leaves us with the pathetic portions? Singapore’s success in public housing is eroded with the small portions of bad tasting food and with filling one’s stomach (survival) being at the lowest rung of the Maslow Hierarchy of needs, I must say that translates into a lower quality of life (though not necessarily any impact of the standard of living) than Hong Kong. The privatisation of markets and hawker centers combined with the as yet still out of control property prices will not bode well for us.
I think I have written an overly lengthly post on my little travel so here’s some photos, and a video of the musical fountain at Ocean Park. Enjoy!
It has perhaps been two years since I had the banner (and a link to Feisty Princess Charmaine’s blog) here, and dutifully move the long banner to five of my latest posts. As I look through the archive on her blog, I remembered that this is the post that inspired me to do this. In it, the little girl has said:
“I want to fight the monster in my tummy!”
Thus, it is with some sadness to read of her passing here in a hotel room in Hong Kong. I have removed the banner with a heavy heart even though that was all I did to help. Worst of it all was that I know that this help was negligible. I had only hoped those who come to my blog would see it and contribute to help her fight the disease. I wished I could have done more than just this.
Goodbye, Charmaine. Though I wished I could see you grow up well and healthy, I take comfort that you are now in a better world in the hands of God.
