The Rickshaw passed trough a small park and trough a bridge over a little stream. It was just a little patch of well-maintained greenery separating the commoner housing from a better neighbourhood.<br/><br/>"Before the prohibition, yes. It was only in United States and I heard people can't stand it. Myself, I'm not a drinker because that would interfere too much with my work... and my reading... and some people say my health as well."<br/>Christopher shrugged, which came out very awkward in the speeding carriage.<br/>"There are many places here that offer fine foods and drinks, I'm sure that mr. Tyler will recommend me as your guide to Hong-Kong..."<br/><br/>Just as he spoke that, the Rickshaw stopped before a large house of European architecture. It was the only European mansion here, even though not the biggest one. They were in a rich district where many homes were sorrounded by walls and their own gardens.<br/><br/>"We are here, miss..."<br/><br/>Christopher looked towards the house, then stepped down from the Rickshaw and offered Harriet his hand.