Here's a video we did in Macau about Stanley Ho, the man who has dominated Macau's casino industry for decades. Recently, the ailing billionaire has been caught up in a war with his family for control of his empire. And four wives, sixteen surviving children and a whole bunch of lawyers make for one very interesting story.
Showing posts with label hong kong. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hong kong. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Recent WSJ work: A Date with A Hairy Crab
We took out two Italian chefs for hairy crab. They were not impressed.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Peng Chau Island
'It's important to get out of Hong Kong sometimes,' multiple people have said to me.
'You'll see. You need to,' they echoed each other.
It's strange to have a collective experience of a place. People tell you how you will feel and what you will think about this place and you feel and think that way. There's the claustrophobia on the streets, the cliched pangs of gweilo loneliness, the amusement over the ridiculous details of life in this city.
It's strange to have a collective experience of a place. People tell you how you will feel and what you will think about this place and you feel and think that way. There's the claustrophobia on the streets, the cliched pangs of gweilo loneliness, the amusement over the ridiculous details of life in this city.
Taking a ferry to one of the islands surrounding Hong Kong island can be a light version of 'getting out,' I guess. There were open spaces, there was less noise, there were dogs, big dogs, many of them and most of them weird ones. There was a family on the beach, bathing in their shorts and shirts and carving off mussels from a few rocks with a hammer and sickle. And there were old Chinese men, snotting and coughing while conversing in plastic chairs in public areas.
But you don't want to be stuck on an island where you have no place to stay. There's a hammock outside a French bar there with sniffing pugs and labradors swarm around its dozing users. But you couldn't really feel comfortable in there and the owners of the bar would probably have shooed you away soon after closing. So you have the ferry schedule in the back of your mind as it's getting darker and darker. You finish your water, your beer and your sandwich. You walk up to the pier.
The you beep your way through the railing with an electronic ticket, aptly named an octopus card, and walk onto the rocking, air-conditioned ferry. You can't decide whether to feel sick or sleepy.
Outside it was still hot. Humid, too, of course.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Recent WSJ work: Dim Sum Masters at Work
Grease under my feet as I'm stumbling through a slippery kitchen, 3000 USD worth of equipment in my hands.
Monday, January 4, 2010
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