By Bobby Hundreds

January 23, 2009

Everyone is always on the move in Hong Kong. The craziest thing is rush hour, not in regards to traffic, but in terms of human bodies. After work gets out, the sidewalks are clogged like backed-up plumbing, people everywhere, spilling over into every side-street and corner. What would normally be a 5-minute stroll, can turn into a half-hour crawl by early evening.

Aside from foot, there’s countless other ways to travel in HK, and everyone’s got their weapon of choice. The bus, the MTR subway, taxicabs, suped-up rice rockets, luxury cars, motorcycles.. It’s a hassle to drive here, the gas prices are some of the highest in the world and the license application process is arduous. Then there’s the issue of having to pay for your own residential parking spot no matter where you live on the island, and don’t even think about trying to find parking in the city itself. If you own a car, it’s usually reserved for weekend use. Or you can just go with a Barbied-out bike to squirrel through the streets.

Speaking of wheels..

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