Everyone will tell you that Asia is an assault on the senses – endless varieties of sights, smells and sounds. I am not going to refute that. No sir. Particularly not that last one. I said PARTICULALRY NOT THAT LAST ONE. Sorry, with me at the moment it’s like talking to my father. He has tinnitus – a form of industrial deafness that results in constant ringing in the ears. Like when you go to bed after having been to a Jennifer Lopez concert (a long story) and all you can hear is that constant ringing buzz inside your head. I now know how he feels.
It starts with Hong Kong, which is certainly not known for being a quiet getaway. The city has a constant white noise background that is simply the result of masses of people, traffic and construction all within close proximity. From a distance it sounds like the rumble of an ocean, just nowhere near as relaxing. But up close you can really cop an earful of it. Like when you’re sitting outside at a Soho bar and an unimpressed driver (likely a taxi) stuck in a jam doesn’t just punch out a few beeps of the horn, but holds it down for a good ten seconds. That will teach them – not only will the other drivers know not to mess with said honker, but so will all the surrounding pedestrians, and my fellow unsuspecting bar-flies, who have had to add a ten second pause to their conversations. They may know not to mess with the honker, but the honker still sits in traffic. So it all seems a little pointless really. But that does not discourage the practice, nor the contribution to the noise pollution.
If you’re lucky like me, you can also benefit from an earful of sensory overload complete from the comfort of your own home! The assault on the senses is way more effective with a jackhammer. Hong Kong apartment owners love a good renovation – and a renovation in a concrete apartment block means weeks of happy jackhammering. It seems that jackhammers can be used for basically anything in a Hong Kong renovation; bringing down walls, pulling up tiles, opening beers…there is never a time that a jackhammer isn’t appropriate. Early in the morning, late in the evening and on weekends, even after the project manager has told you that no work will occur on weekends. Apparently jackhammers are the tool of choice for a quiet weekend. Just when you think it’s over, that teeth clenching, head-splitting reverberation starts chattering through the walls, and you start searching for the nearest happy hour. If it’s a really special day, the jackhammer soloist will be joined by the neighbouring pole driver from the new high rise development, for a complete migraine inducing, ground shaking symphony.
So to escape from the racket we decided to take a trip to Shanghai, stay in a nice hotel and relax. During Chinese New Year. We’re not very bright as it turns out. Maybe the jackhammering loosened a few brain cells. More likely it was the tequila shots that seem to becoming a staple part of my diet. To be fair, we were warned that it was pretty intense in most major Chinese cities during the New Year celebrations as everyone goes a little firework crazy. But it still didn’t prepare us for the complete bombardment that faced us on New Year’s Eve. With the Shanghianese armed to the teeth with fireworks freely bought from street stalls, they began to let them off – initially in a restrained fashion…like teasers…but then in wave after wave of thunderous explosions that one could only compare to a warzone, if one had been to a warzone.
Not wanting to feel left out, one of my travelling companions was well keen to get amongst the firework lighting action. His partner was not so enthused as she was understandably concerned about her boyfriend returning to Hong Kong with all of his digits. Understandable again that she didn’t see the funny side of our “it’s all fun and games until someone…” jokes. I’m not sure how many people do lose eyes, fingers or entire limbs letting off home cooked fireworks over Chinese New Year, but in a country with this big a population it must run into the millions. Nonetheless, male travel companion wore his partner down over three days and eventually got his wish. And let’s be honest – it was bloody good fun. The only sustained injury was to my already fragile hearing. By this stage letting off a ‘double happiness’ cracker sounded to me like someone stepping on bubble wrap.
But like my father I have embraced the selective hearing diagnosis. I hear remarkably well when offers of food or drink are being yelled…but can barely catch a word when it relates to cleaning. WHAT…YOU WANT ME TO WASH SOME BITCHES?
Well…I suppose…if they’re dirty.