Same as people, with their social masks and ever rich inner world, Hong Kong Island is made of layers. Sandwiched between deep tunnels of MTR (local metro) and the Peak villas, Hong Kong Island is packed with levels, floors, double-deckers, trees looking up, town-dwellers looking down, shining glass and decaying concrete. In certain areas, even pedestrians and automobiles are separated from each other, as if opposite genders of the same breed.
There is a district here called Mid-Levels. Let’s start from the middle and make our way through this flaky pastry.
Hong Kong inhabitants always wear layers, both inside and outside. Try to guess why.