Hong Kong, City Secrets: Rugby Sevens
04.06.2010
I have a confession. I went to the Hong Kong Rugby Sevens during a spell of what I’d to believe was temporary amnesia. I trooped to the Hong Kong Stadium at Causeway Bay – despite my annual post-Sevens vow that I will NOT endure another year of the wheat-stenched South Stand (the stadium’s hooligan headquarters) madness, which includes urine-filled beer jugs flailing about, indecent exposure and a whole lot of drunken debauchery from expats and tourists alike.
I have a confession. I went to the Hong Kong Rugby Sevens during a spell of what I’d to believe was temporary amnesia. I trooped to the Hong Kong Stadium at Causeway Bay – despite my annual post-Sevens vow that I will NOT endure another year of the wheat-stenched South Stand (the stadium’s hooligan headquarters) madness, which includes urine-filled beer jugs flailing about, indecent exposure and a whole lot of drunken debauchery from expats and tourists alike.



