Hongkonger

He is a Hongkonger.

Michael the swarthy Hongkonger says, "I like Venti Americano," whilst holding his coffee cup.

My Hongkonger friend David, a rich realtor, delighted me in my first time eating cooked chicken feet in a Chinese restaurant in Vancouver, BC. I just chewed on them, as there was not much meat on them, really. David was adventurous in not just the culinary aspect.

My Hongkonger friend Don and I often talked about contemporary sci-fi shows of the decades of the 1990s and the 2000s, as we sat eating delicious Oriental dishes and drinking tea at our favourite haunt in East Vancouver, BC. We compared the multiple series of Star Trek with Babylon 5. Don was convinced that Babylon 5 was too full of interspecies politics.

Do I feel more like a Hongkonger than French? Even though I might consider myself a local, I will always be seen as a gweipo, chiefly because of the colour of my skin.