Above ground transportation in Hong Kong is a system of travel comprised of the most elaborate mazes and rituals devised b man. A traveler gets around on two different sized busses: large double deckers and 16 person mini busses. The large busses seem lost.  They making turns in the spirit of haphazard gift work.

 They stop on the edge of civilization, open door and wait.  A soft wind bows in through open door and tassels the thin hair of the aging bus driver. He the edge of his mouth rises slightly and he takes a deep breath as the door closes.  The gods of frivolity have accepted the offering.

I imagine that such ceremonies are performed by the Hong Kong transit system in the black of every night and if not literally then in spirit at least..

The mini busses function for based solely on qualifications.  If you can’t speak Catonese then you can’t get off where you want, if you figure out exactly where you need to get off in a hundred some odd “scheduled”  then you are obliged to take the bus to get off the bus and pay again as you take another try around.