Last Sunday, while nursing a pretty epic hangover, Hong Kong citizens rallied from Causeway Bay in a peaceful protest to the Hong Kong Government Buildings in Admiralty. Depending on who you ask, up to 1 million people gathered voicing concerns about the proposed extradition bill. Fast forward three days, respective officials were scheduled to come together to move forward with the bill. Hong Kong locals had a different idea; to frustrate access to the Government buildings. Rain falling, the crowds slowly gathered. Endless streams of people dressed in black walking past Queensway throughout the day.
By 4 pm, offices around Admiralty were instructed to go home to avoid crowds. Our office exercised BCP and encouraged employees to go home. TV footage shows images of some protestors moving barricades and exhuming bricks. The rain continues to fall, the umbrella, the symbol of Hong Kong resolve is littered through the crowds. In flashes, the police press the crowds and there's a melee. Tear Gas. Rubber bullets. Bricks. The protesters, have the numbers but are out muscled, but this is only the beginning.
As offices close, the crowds mobilise. All main arteries around the city are congested. Taxis. Buses. Trams. Stand still. The busiest roads are reduced to pedestrian only thoroughfare. Nearby malls are closed. I walk home. There's a familiar feeling of the occupy movement, but this time there's numbers, the crowd continues to grow.
Occasionally, my eyes will become irritated and itchy. It stings, I have to blink. My throat will tighten up and become scratchy. The police warned all groups that tear gas will be used. The tear gas innocuously moves through the air, occasionally hitting groups of people without warning. I see why this is the most effective way to disperse riots and groups.
My commute home is eerie. The protestors come from of all walks of life. Majority are students, some are foreigners, some are the elderly, some have come straight form work. All are from Hong Kong. It's a strange feeling. People are yelling, people are washing their eyes with water, others are giving out water to strangers. There's a sense of fever and camaraderie and despite the obstructions, everybody knows in which direction to head.
By 4 pm, offices around Admiralty were instructed to go home to avoid crowds. Our office exercised BCP and encouraged employees to go home. TV footage shows images of some protestors moving barricades and exhuming bricks. The rain continues to fall, the umbrella, the symbol of Hong Kong resolve is littered through the crowds. In flashes, the police press the crowds and there's a melee. Tear Gas. Rubber bullets. Bricks. The protesters, have the numbers but are out muscled, but this is only the beginning.
As offices close, the crowds mobilise. All main arteries around the city are congested. Taxis. Buses. Trams. Stand still. The busiest roads are reduced to pedestrian only thoroughfare. Nearby malls are closed. I walk home. There's a familiar feeling of the occupy movement, but this time there's numbers, the crowd continues to grow.
Occasionally, my eyes will become irritated and itchy. It stings, I have to blink. My throat will tighten up and become scratchy. The police warned all groups that tear gas will be used. The tear gas innocuously moves through the air, occasionally hitting groups of people without warning. I see why this is the most effective way to disperse riots and groups.
My commute home is eerie. The protestors come from of all walks of life. Majority are students, some are foreigners, some are the elderly, some have come straight form work. All are from Hong Kong. It's a strange feeling. People are yelling, people are washing their eyes with water, others are giving out water to strangers. There's a sense of fever and camaraderie and despite the obstructions, everybody knows in which direction to head.
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