Determined Dirtbag

Hong Kong's beggars are sedate compared with North American pandhandlers.

Content to park themselves in one spot and look pathetic, only a few of the territory's cadgers are aggressive enough to shake a cup at you in a vain attempt to guilt you into a donation.

Thus I was surprised to be approached by a total dirtbag while I was out shooting photographs. He made a beeline toward me and thrust his hand out.

"You have money?"

"Not for you."

As luck would have it, our paths crossed again 10 minutes later via my circuitous loop through an old village.

When he saw me, he stuck his hand out again.

He was a ballsy little bugger; I'll give him that. Either that, or whatever drug he'd taken had fried his short-term memory.

Then again, it could just be the area, because the elderly ladies touting sampan rides at the waterfront couldn't remember I'd turned them down not half an hour earlier.

Whoever said persistence is a virtue has never been to Hong Kong.

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