The longer i spend in Luohu - especially after months in Nanshan - i am starting to wonder if some of the asshole-ish behavior i previously associated with Hongkongers might in fact be culturally Cantonese. Or maybe it's just a trait of 本地人 (běn dì rén).
An aside on 本地人. It can be used to refer to indigenous or native people, but it can also just mean the locals. In Cantonese 本地 is pronounced "Punti", which you might have heard of when people talk about the Punti vs Hakka wars that raged here in the Pearl River Delta 150 years ago. "Hakka" is the Cantonese pronunciation of 客家 (kè jiā), which means guest family. The Hakka are a Han sub-ethnicity that have their own language and customs and built unique walled villages all over Southern China. Over a million people died when these "guest families" clashed with the Guangdong "locals".
Anywho, i wonder if Hong Kong/Shenzhen area locals are just assholes, regardless of whether they are historically Hakka or Punti. (Both are considered "local people" here nowadays.)
Or perhaps i am making assumptions based on the fact that i know there are more locals in Luohu than in other districts. Maybe the people who work here are just tired of putting up with douchebags coming over from Hong Kong to "go wild" and find hookers or meth or something. No doubt Hongkongers feel exactly the same way about the mainland Chinese flooding over there to buy powdered milk and tacky accessories. This might be a downside of living in a border town.
Getting further away seems like a good plan. My new apartment is right on the north end of Luohu District, just before the hills where it turns into Longgang District. It's only 4-5km away from the checkpoint and "cosmopolitan" (not really) downtown Luohu, but it's like a Tier-3 city out there. There are no white people. I spent ages trying to find a coffee press and non-instant coffee. Nobody i asked even knew what it was. In the end i found a tea press right at the back of a shelf in Walmart, and eventually ventured into a Starbucks to buy the beans because dude, what's the point of having your own apartment if you can't make your own coffee?
Although i spent most of today trying to find fucking coffee, i also did one thing that made me feel like i am finally really living in China. I hauled over my laundry bag and did a load in my new place then hung it up in the cage. Yeah, my apartment is oldskool China - the wet rooms (bathroom, kitchen) are on the outside, and beyond that is the cage, where clothes hang like curtains and drip water onto the streets below. It does have windows that close, though, so that's a plus. Anywho. I think every country has a rite of passage for me. In Germany it was figuring out how to open a beer bottle without a bottle opener. In China it's hanging my laundry out the window in a cage.
Tomorrow i move in for real. I am really done with this hotel and its asshole staff and its windows that don't open and its sad breakfast buffet that has meat in everything. If i wake up early enough - and if the family hasn't closed up for Spring Festival - i will go sit on a plastic stool and eat 肠粉 at the place on the corner. I have to admit, i've really developed a taste for it living in Cantonese central the past few weeks. I think it's now my favorite Cantonese dish that isn't a pork bun. Ask for no meat and no egg and it still tastes great with the shiitake gravy and some fresh chilis on top. After breakfast i will shoulder my pack and take my last migratory hike.
I've been on the road for 10 months, living in cheap hotels, ferries and a freakin' container ship. I know i've been settled in the same city for over 6 months now and i even started full-time work again 3 weeks ago, but tomorrow is the day it will all definitely be over. Today i bought some homewares that will not fit in my backpack. Monday morning i will wake up in my own bed. I'm trying not to panic.