Wandering Hong Kong Relentlessly

As the girl who is never invited to the cool parties, Hong Kong seems to be just one big party without an obvious hostess. In short, I failed spectacularly to find even one lesbian hang out. Starting at the well known, but dank and grungy, Works we followed a couple of American boys over to the M bar. The only women in the bar (a Canadian student) confirmed that she too had not yet uncovered any scene, after a her first month. She then promptly went on to flirt with the boys. Dejected, at the next evening of opportunity I decided to stalk Propaganda, which you can do strategically by sitting at a bar across from the tiny alleyway that hides Propaganda’s entrance. If the crowd doesn’t appeal (and the boys are rather cute) then I suggest wandering down those steep steps to the Buddha Bar. Which has a mixed local and ex-pat crowd but you have to explain what ingredients to put in the cocktails. Here I attached myself onto a pub crawl being run by a couple of English ladies. There was better news two bars down where a Japanese lass told me about a fantastic lesbian party that she had just attended (possibly at Drop). At least there is a party going on somewhere in Hong Kong, even if I didn’t get an invite.