Greetings from Hong Kong, where Amy and I have done our darndest to dent the city’s supplies of dim sum and perfume.
For the first time ever, I am doing this short getaway to Hong Kong without my partner in crime, the Beast. Truly, I felt awful leaving it behind, opting for the feared pull-along which just doesn’t have the personality of the Beast. It was hard picking it out from the baggage carousel. It doesn’t even have a name, nor do I wish it to have one.
So this is a bit of a different trip. But the Beast has been replaced my another partner in crime, sister Amy. Once she learnt to master chopsticks she hasn’t looked back. Although she still chooses a spoon for rice.
It hasn’t been all shopping and eating, though. We’ve trekked up to the biggest Buddha in the world (well, sort of, it’s the biggest outdoor…. seated… bronze Buddha in the world, not to confuse you), taken a Star Ferry across Victoria Harbour and taken the tram up to the Peak at sunset.
Hong Kong is an interesting place. Out of all the parts of Asia to which I’ve been, it remind me the most of Japan. But here there seems to be virtually no poverty, clean streets and signs in good English. Even though they answer to the powers that be in China, they seem more relaxed and less regimented than Singaporeans. And the high-end shopping centres are full, they’re not for show like the ones in Bangkok and Beijing.
But the locals still knock you over to get into the metro trains when you still haven’t exited, Kowloon’s streets have that familiar ‘Asia smell’ and picture menus are still the way to go. It’s still Asia, so I’m happy.