My tour in Hongkong-Day 1 My tour in Hongkong-Day 1 I went to Hongkong last month. It was my first time there. The city impressed me not only with those shining skyscrapers, jade-like green and clean seawater in Victoria Harbor as a world-knowing prosperous commercial cosmopolitan, but also its people and the way they are living there. It was 5pm when my fight arrived at the airport which locates in a suburban island more than 80km from the downtown. The terminal building is not as large as the one where I leave from----Pudong Airport in Shanghai, so not as new as it. But the ground staff seemed more polite and they speak English to guide the flood of tourists to Check out. Meanwhile, the language on the airport signs on the wall is traditional Chinese characters rather than simplified ones. Thanks to the furious language training in the university, I took no effort to recognize them as a TCSOL major. Everything went well before I pass the immigration counter. I noticed the front people hold their passports and disembarkation cards in hand in advance, and so I did. Some people went through the automatic fare gate without a pause and the others are not. I thought I would be the quick one since I prepared myself with papers in hand. It was my turn. I put my card on the sensing part of the machine but the door didn’t open as expected. I felt weird and turned to the officer sitting nearby the turnstile and he said something I can barely hear. Before I blurted my question, I heard the guy raised his voice: “Baby?” I bet I blushed scarlet when I was sure what he was talking. I responded him with a loudly “no” before the door opened and leave there with a quicken pace. I had to admit that I felt being offended at the first time, and this feeling of shame got even greater when I heard the girl behind me explaining the same reason to her waiting mother. She was much younger than me and in her early twenties with a very slim waist. I realized it was not me who was getting used to a English-speaking city couldn’t caught the office’s words but the officer himself murmured as he knew it was not a proper question and it him who wanted to end the embarrassment conversation as soon as possible. Yes, we were differentiated.