THE DARK SIDE OF HONG KONG HAS MOVED TO CENTRAL- AND THE PEAK
It’s ironic that the most open pimping of the drug culture is going on these days right in front of what was the Central Police Station and all along that Wyndham Street strip that is the playground of the city’s movers and shakers in all those pumped up Clubs that seem to have been designed by the same person and with one Deejay handling the House duties.
But, wait something has changed: Those Nigerian coke dealers who still openly peddle their wares down Cochrane Street on the way to Drop and close to The Kebab House, Gekko and Marouche, have either brought in re-enforcements or another new Nigerian coke militia is in town- better dressed, working in gangs and infesting the entire Pottinger Street area, which is off Wyndham Street.
One cannot walk past this area without being accosted by one of these pusher men offering a buffet of coke, weed or ice. Where are the police? Supposedly “brutalising” those “peaceniks” grazing in the grass at Admiralty and trying their darnedest to bring back Flower Power and paint a picture to Lennon’s Imagine.
Wake up, Hong Kong. This city has a huge drug culture, a huge drug problem and, as has been proven by the young British banker recently arrested for the brutal murder in Wanchai of two Indonesian females and the damning interview to CNN by someone else formerly in this city’s financial sector.
Having escaped the pressures apparently afflicting many in Hong Kong’s financial sector, he spoke openly about the ease in which drugs can be obtained here. The revealing interview also proved that the Hong Kong drug scene is no longer “exclusive” to Cochrane Street, Wyndham Street, Pottinger Street and that certain bar in Wanchai overrun by underage expats.
The drug scene is alive and well at $800,000 per month houses on the Peak where live the heads of banks who have these Nigerian- and expat- pushers offering door-to-door service to fuel their three-day long coke binge parties.
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BURGERS, BABU AND NIGERIAN PUSHER MEN
This might sound very weird, but know where they serve the best burgers in Hong Kong?
Nah, not some burger place- but the Blue Bar at the Four Seasons.
Well, they’re not really burgers per se, but burgerlettes- three small burgers as one order- and absolutely delicious.
Same with their miniature fish and chips- far more tasty than the vastly over-priced and over-battered Fish and Chips at the incredulously overrated The Pawn.
Sure, we appreciate the decor, but the prices for the quality of the food? Obscene- or are we paying for the thrill of sitting with some of the shee shee crowd that preen around Hong Kong?
On the subject of preening, are we really ready for a reality series based around Kim Robinson, the preening life of that hairdresser to the Hong Kong shee shee crowd?
Mercifully, there are still no takers for the pilot for this series. Fingers crossed that it stays this way.
From shee shee to Babu, the new kebab place situated right next to The Kebab House which is located a few steps away from extreme rival Ebenezer’s, another kebab house.
Holy Kebabs, Batman, what’s going on?
Well, what’s going on is that Babu, opened by our great friend Ram Sharma, below, who runs Lebanese restaurant Marouche and with interests in Restoration and the club Rayne, is many kebabs ahead when it comes to the quality of the meats and ingredients and the cleanliness of the kitchens.
Babu is no taboo and we strongly recommend it over the Kebab House which was a favorite for a long time- but, to us- has not only seen a huge drop in customers, but also a drop in quality even when whacked out at 4am and not caring what one is eating.
We just wish where these two kebab joints and Drop, Marouche, Gekko and the Buddha Lounge are located can drive out those Nigerian coke dealers plying their trade right under the noses of the local constabulary- and who stash their “product” down the alley where Gekko is located with a gramme of cocaine going for $500.
It’s pretty appalling to see Little Nigeria operating so openly in this area and where, last night, one of these parasites was seen whacking a customer coming out of Drop.
Charming.
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HAPPY HONG KONG AND ITS COCAINE BIZ
For around the past year, I’ve written about the pack of Nigerian pushers selling cocaine while sitting on the steps off Wyndham Street that leads to the clubs Drop and Gekko, restaurant Marouche and The Kebab House.
Finally, the Morning Post has cottoned on and have been writing about this “trade” taking place in Tsimshatsui and around the infamous Chungking Mansions. Letters to the newspaper have also pointed this out.
However, what’s going on in Wyndham Street is all the more serious as it’s happening under the very noses- no pun intended- of the police.
Are these Nigerians stopped and searched? Nope. The local gendarmes rush around trying to close bars and restaurants over liquor licenses.
When the Blue Berets come down that area they do a Houdini disappearing act- only to reappear at 3am when these gendarmes go off duty.
And what about how this same pack are now preying on the under-age expat kids who are allowed in to a popular bar in Wanchai and where they buy their grams of coke outside and in broad nightlight?
The new theme line for Hong Kong from the geniuses at the Hong Kong Tourist Association is Happy Hong Kong.
Guess they know more about the city’s cocaine trade that the police and the Narcotics Division?
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JOE BANANAS, COKE DEALERS AND ANOTHER WALK ON HK’S WILD SIDE
On the night that the so-called “Hong Kong institution” that once was Joe Bananas finally closed its creaky doors for the last time- another victim of the city’s spiraling rents virus- I met a friend for a very late night chat at Babu, the new kebab house down Cochrane Street and right next to Drop.
Even at 4am, Drop was bopping- mainly with- huh?- Eastern European males on the prowl and some other stragglers from Europe looking for some action.
After my friend having to cleverly talk her way outta some unwanted advances, we heard that earlier that night, the police finally arrived in full force and busted the posse of Nigerian coke dealers who have been openly doing business in that area for over two years.
This bust might have been prompted by the arrest last week of a 32-year-old expat carrying a substantial stash of coke, but by 4.30am, the same old pusher men were back in their “offices.”
Meanwhile, my Lebanese friend Joe, below, was manning the Babu fort along with one of his countrymen and a newbie staffer while we watched a group of Eastern European ladies see what they can get at what was now 6am.
As for Joe Bananas, like most “institutions”, the Fat Lady had sung for it five years ago.
It had grown as fat, old and fugly as the customers who still hung out there hoping for, well, anybody.
It’s lonely out in space and it’s even lonelier in Wanchai at a downbeat place like Joe Bananas which I hear has been sold to that cattle market almost across the road from it called Escape and who plan to turn it into another cattle market.
Jeez, with so many cows wandering around Wanchai these days be careful of stampedes.
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