Q. we are a Sri Lankan family and my husband got a job offer in Hong Kong? we have no idea of the salary . how much will be enough for a month in HK?
A. Depends on your lifestyle and how good you're in staying away from all the spectacular shopping and dining yet bearing in mind that Hong Kong is world famous for being a wonderful shopping and dining paradise. It also depends on where you're renting the place. To enable some luxurious shopping, dining occasionally, and assuming renting a small apartment near the downtown core, the mean salary should be around HK$25,000 - $30,000. However I also know people living in the remote New Territories, rarely go shopping nor eating out could live comfortably for a salary of HK$8,000 - $10,000 a month. A salary range of HK$25,000 - 30,000 though will be for a well-educated/professional with some experience. HK$8,000 - $10,000 are for fresh grads/low skill labour. Check www.DiscoverHongKong.com and Good Luck!
Are establishments in Hong Kong closed on Good Friday up to Easter Sunday?
Q. I am going to Hong Kong in March 31. I was thinking if establishments are closed on the Holy Week, like malls, the Ocean Park, and others. I keep on searching the internet but I don't get a clear answer.
A. Hong Kong does have a substantial Christian and Catholic population, the people observe Christmas and Easter as their official public holidays, but all shops and restaurants are business as usual. The people there are very hardworking, rents are expensive as well so no business can afford to have too many days shut off, they have just had the Chinese New Year break. Enjoy your trip!
What do I need in order to move to hong kong for about 2 months?
Q. I plan on saving money so that I can live in hong kong for atleast 2 months. Hong kong seems like a very relax place to live in. if I can rent an apartment right next to the beach that would be awesome. About how much U.S dollars will I need if I wanted to live there for two months? Any advice? Thanks
A. A proficiency in Cantonese and money... lots of it. Hong Kong is expensive. A typical 650 sf serviced apartment in Wanchai rents between HK$22,000 and HK$39,000 per month, utilities separate ($2,840 and $5,032 USD). The current exchange rate is $HK7.75 to $1 USD. Beachfront (water view) condos are going to be more expensive... smaller 2 and 3 bedrooms begin at HK$250,000/month ($33,330 USD). If you've got that kind of money to spend on rent, I'd be seeking answers elsewhere, not on Y/Answers. You could get by speaking English, but you'd get a lot further and better served speaking some Cantonese. Hong Kong relaxing... au contraire, like any other cosmopolitan area on the globe, it's fast paced. Hong Kong has a population of 15.8 million and a population density of 5,179 people/km2... consider LA and NYC at 1,415 and 1,104 people/km2 respectively. Perhaps you may consider rubbing @ssholes and elbows with everyone relaxing... so, who am I to blow against the wind?
Does anyone know a Poem that is about a country displacing another race to gain the land?
Q. Does anyone know any poems on the displacement of people by a country to gain land?
e.g. colonisation of hong kong by britain, english/europe invading australia and kicking out the aboriginals.. e.t.c
AND the poem needs to be cannonical.
e.g. colonisation of hong kong by britain, english/europe invading australia and kicking out the aboriginals.. e.t.c
AND the poem needs to be cannonical.
A. THE LAST OF HIS TRIBE by Henry Kendall
He crouches, and buries his face on his knees,
And hides in the dark of his hair;
For he cannot look up to the storm-smitten trees,
Or think of the loneliness there --
Of the loss and the loneliness there.
The wallaroos grope through the tufts of the grass,
And turn to their coverts for fear;
But he sits in the ashes and lets them pass
Where the boomerangs sleep with the spear --
With the nullah, the sling and the spear.
Uloola, behold him! The thunder that breaks
On the tops of the rocks with the rain,
And the wind which drives up with the salt of the lakes,
Have made him a hunter again --
A hunter and fisher again.
For his eyes have been full with a smouldering thought;
But he dreams of the hunts of yore,
And of foes that he sought, and of fights that he fought
With those who will battle no more --
Who will go to the battle no more.
It is well that the water which tumbles and fills,
Goes moaning and moaning along;
For an echo rolls out from the sides of the hills,
And he starts at a wonderful song --
At the sound of a wonderful song.
And he sees, through the rents of the scattering fogs,
The corroboree warlike and grim,
And the lubra who sat by the fire on the logs,
To watch, like a mourner, for him --
Like a mother and mourner for him.
Will he go in his sleep from these desolate lands,
Like a chief, to the rest of his race,
With the honey-voiced woman who beckons and stands,
And gleams like a dream in his face --
Like a marvellous dream in his face?
OR
Bora Ring by Judith Wright
The song is gone; the dance
is secret with the dancers in the earth,
the ritual useless, and the tribal story
lost in an alien tale.
Only the grass stands up
to mark the dancing-ring; the apple-gums
posture and mime a past corroboree,
murmur a broken chant.
The hunter is gone; the spear
is splintered underground; the painted bodies
a dream the world breathed sleeping and forgot.
The nomad feet are still.
Only the rider's heart
halts at a sightless shadow, an unsaid word
that fastens in the blood of the ancient curse,
the fear as old as Cain.
He crouches, and buries his face on his knees,
And hides in the dark of his hair;
For he cannot look up to the storm-smitten trees,
Or think of the loneliness there --
Of the loss and the loneliness there.
The wallaroos grope through the tufts of the grass,
And turn to their coverts for fear;
But he sits in the ashes and lets them pass
Where the boomerangs sleep with the spear --
With the nullah, the sling and the spear.
Uloola, behold him! The thunder that breaks
On the tops of the rocks with the rain,
And the wind which drives up with the salt of the lakes,
Have made him a hunter again --
A hunter and fisher again.
For his eyes have been full with a smouldering thought;
But he dreams of the hunts of yore,
And of foes that he sought, and of fights that he fought
With those who will battle no more --
Who will go to the battle no more.
It is well that the water which tumbles and fills,
Goes moaning and moaning along;
For an echo rolls out from the sides of the hills,
And he starts at a wonderful song --
At the sound of a wonderful song.
And he sees, through the rents of the scattering fogs,
The corroboree warlike and grim,
And the lubra who sat by the fire on the logs,
To watch, like a mourner, for him --
Like a mother and mourner for him.
Will he go in his sleep from these desolate lands,
Like a chief, to the rest of his race,
With the honey-voiced woman who beckons and stands,
And gleams like a dream in his face --
Like a marvellous dream in his face?
OR
Bora Ring by Judith Wright
The song is gone; the dance
is secret with the dancers in the earth,
the ritual useless, and the tribal story
lost in an alien tale.
Only the grass stands up
to mark the dancing-ring; the apple-gums
posture and mime a past corroboree,
murmur a broken chant.
The hunter is gone; the spear
is splintered underground; the painted bodies
a dream the world breathed sleeping and forgot.
The nomad feet are still.
Only the rider's heart
halts at a sightless shadow, an unsaid word
that fastens in the blood of the ancient curse,
the fear as old as Cain.
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