Story first, photos second.
Tonight I was standing outside of Amazonia Bar in Wanchai smoking a cigarette. This woman came walking by. Chinese, not unattractive. I didn’t notice her at first. But then she dropped the bags she was carrying and seemed to slip off the curb into the street. Okay, she was more than likely drunk.
She picked up the bags and walked right out into the street and into traffic without looking, one arm out-stretched hailing a taxi. I’m amazed that she didn’t get hit by a car. She got into the middle of the street, dropped her bags down and just stood there as cars weaved around her.
A guy ran into the street, picked up her bags and tried to lead her off to the side. They spoke for awhile, she was clearly crying. With her bags on the sidewalk and her standing off to the side, he returned to the bar. She just stood there in the street, crying.
Finally two other women came by and got her and her bags and put her into a taxi. It didn’t take a long time to get her into the taxi but once she was inside the taxi it was a long time before the taxi drove off. Perhaps the two women couldn’t get the woman to tell them where she wanted to go. And then it seemed as if she didn’t have any money. I saw one of the women reach into what I think was her own wallet and hand some money to the taxi driver.
The taxi drove off and we thought that was the end of it. But about 20 minutes later, as my girlfriend and I were walking down Jaffe Road heading for dinner, we saw the woman again, this time standing in front of Junk Pub (note: less than one block away from where she got into the taxi) being questioned by two police. Whatever was going on, the police seemed satisfied and left her there and kept walking down the street.
It was odd, to say the least. And I’ll admit that I felt a little bit like the news cameraman in Medium Cool who passes by a horrific auto accident and stops and takes pictures and only after that, almost as an after thought, did he call 911.
Anyway, here are a few of the pictures.