While the world is falling apart, I think back to an August afternoon many years ago when I flew off to Hong Kong during another global crisis: Gulf War I. I had never been to Hong Kong before, but was about to spend my junior year of college there and my flight was delayed eight hours because civilian airliners were being used to transport troops to the Middle East.
Long story short, I ended spending five years in Hong Kong in the 90s. That first day I never thought I would ever learn my way around. I could read a little Chinese when I first arrived, but I definitely got a lot of practice reading Chinese in Hong Kong. The signs were everywhere and they were beautiful and stunning and inviting. Some were in English, some in Chinese, and some in both.
Here’s a baker’s dozen look at the signs I saw in 1990s Hong Kong.
Neon signs are an endangered species in Hong Kong now and people say the newer LED ones are more environmentally-friendly. I still mourn the neon.