No, these are not photo shopped. They are really photos of what it was like to come into Hong Kong’s Kai Tak airport until June 30 1997.
We arrived in Hong Kong in August 1976, in the evening, exactly like this. It was magical. I thought we’d landed in Emerald City. A bright jewel of rainbow neons. A Hotel Furama, on the 75th floor, overlooking the harbour, a panoply of sights, sounds, smells. I’ve been in love ever since, with the city I still live in.
