Loyal readers (so, probably only my mother) I owe you an apology. Why? Because I have failed, quite comprehensively, to do anything out of the ordinary this Chinese New Year (春节 – Chūn Jié), much to my chagrin. I’ve been a boring Hong Kong tourist.
It wasn’t for lack of trying though. Promise.
We’d planned to get out of Hong Kong for the Year of the Fire Rooster 火鸡. The romantic pull of Taiwan’s festival of light or the sheer scale of Beijing and Shanghai’s celebrations called to our inquisitive little exchange student souls. I thought a three-day trip somewhere fun would make for a killer blog post, too. Reality had other ideas though: this is the time of year responsible for the single largest migration of humans in the world, so market forces meant that airfares were extortionately expensive.
Consequently, we settled for a local experience in Hong Kong, holding out hope for the weather to reward us with stunning views of the fireworks over the bay. Nature was not cooperative to this endeavour either though, sadly.
In the run-up to fireworks, and following it, there are various religious/superstitious rituals and ceremonies mostly enjoyed by families and locals. For us gweilos though, those traditions boiled down to three things: the huge flower market, the night parade (with floats and all!) and ‘red pockets’.
So, in short, I’ll belatedly wish you 新年快乐 (xīn nián kuài lè – Happy Chinese New Year) and hope that 过年好 (Guònián hǎo – New Year passes you well)!
Day One: The Night Flower Market
The Night Flower Market occupied the same spot in Victoria Park, near the Causeway Bay MTR stop, that the Mid-Autumn Festival did last semester. It was even busier than last time, leaving you unable to carve a path for yourself, instead forced to surrender, carried along by the general will of the crowd. All sorts of plush toys, gadgets and homeware items were flogged and bargained for, alongside some gorgeous flowers and a generous selection of edible delicacies. Snacking as you’re buffeted along is your best bet for food as restaurants were jam packed with people out to enjoy the festivities.
Day Two: The Night Parade
Next, let me show you the 22nd International Night Parade. This was the evening after the market. There’s no better way to understand how colourful it is than through video:
Day Three (the big one): Fireworks and More
Despite all of the fun over the past few days, the one disappointing part of Chinese New Year was, surprisingly, the Fireworks – the one event we had been most excited to see! The anticipation and hype were palpable, but with thick clouds rolling in over the hours before the were launched, we were sadly met with little more than an out of focus light show:
If there was one thing other than the food and tailored suits I will want to come back to Hong Kong for, it would be seeing the fireworks properly next year. Hong Kong’s fireworks are meant to be a truly breathtaking display and I’m slightly miffed that both displays I’ve tried to see, CNY and PRC Day, haven’t been up to scratch!
One tradition particularly affects you as a young student at this time though, that of ‘red pockets’ (利是). These gifts of money are presented in beautiful red envelopes that are meant to bring you good fortune and wealth in the year to come. Usually, it’s only married couples or your employer that will give them out, and you won’t get one if you’re married yourself – you should be giving them! Be careful though: if you’re lucky enough to receive one (or more), make sure that you receive it with both hands and, whatever you do, don’t open them in front of the gifting party. It’s rude! Instead, graciously accept by saying “gong hey fat choy!” in Cantonese and open it later in private.
Honestly, receiving a few red pockets was one of the most exciting things about Chinese New Year. It really made us feel welcome and was a surprise we weren’t expecting to be part of. It sounds silly, yet in a capitalist society that is dominated by commerce, it felt like one of the most intimate ways to be welcomed and included into the customs of Hong Kong to be personally given rather than sold something.