Seymour Totti’s Foreign Policy

It dawned on me late on Friday night while I was sucking back a beer in a place called Fenwicks in Hong Kong.

There is a lot of neon in Hong Kong but one of the first you see is the sign that says “Welcome to Hong Kong: Asia’s World City”. So you think to yourself; “Well what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” But within a few seconds you’ve dismissed it as just advertising twaddle and moved on.

I came to Hong Kong for the annual Rugby Sevens. Yes it is a sporting event but it is more than just a sporting event it’s a stadium party. But more on that later.

I was standing in this place called Fenwicks, a large and noisy disco that was packed to the rafters. In front of me was a dark-eyed girl, I could see her mouth was moving but I couldn’t hear a word because of the loud music. Not that it mattered, I already knew what she wanted.

I looked around. There were hookers from Thailand and the Philippines and probably the rest of southeast Asia too. Down the side of the bar there were a bunch from Latin America and, elsewhere in Hong Kong (and if you have the cash) you can get high class hookers from Russia, eastern Europe and Japan.

In the trendy Lan Kwai Fong district expats from all over the English speaking world are getting into party mood for the Sevens so there is always the possibility of a freebie.

I looked down at the girl in front of me. She didn’t come up much higher than my belly button but she was well proportioned. I smiled and shook my head. Another night and I wouldn’t have hesitated but not long before I had been with a girl from mainland China. One of the many that come into Hong Kong on tourist visas to hook for a month.

And that’s the thing about Hong Kong. You can shag your way around the world without having to leave the city. Drink local, fuck global!