Tuesday, 24 January 2012

Hong Kong Day Two


The morning was grey and as my view of the mountain from my 16th floor room was obscured by thick mist so decided to postpone my plan to go to Victoria Peak. Instead caught the ferry to explore the local streets and markets in Kowloon.  My guide book featured an interesting looking walk so I headed up Nathan Road to the Tin Hau temple.  On the way I sidestepped into Kowloon Park, which is an oasis of green amid the surrounding skyscrapers but so neat and carefully cultivated it felt manufactured rather than natural.  Continuing my walk up Nathan road, modern shops and buildings contrasted vividly with the bent, gnarled banyan trees that lined the street..

I nearly walked past the temple, not realising I’d passed it.  Inside were shrines to different Gods..  In the short time I was there, it surprised me how many people came to honour the Gods.  The air was heavy with the smoky perfume of incense, which was funnelled by strange birdcage-shaped frames made from bamboo that hung from the ceiling.  Lit sticks were placed next to offerings of fruit in front of the ornate, colourful statues.  Before leaving, those paying their respects, bowed then hit a gong at the side of the room.

Because it was Chinese New Year the Jade market was closed.  At least it saved me having to resist the temptation to spend money on jewellery though I might go back on my last day.  I did however find a street market with stall after stall filled with fruit and vegetables, half of which I didn’t recognise.

While standing in one narrow street, I met a Hong Kong family.  Their two little boys, who were both under four, were counting up to thirty in English and were very happy when they found out I was English.  They were very cute though counting was about as far as their bi-lingual skills went.

After lunch in the Chinese Kitchen, I caught the train to Times Square in Causeway Bay to look round the shops there. While drifting through the streets with no destination or plan in mind, I found a bustling market down streets so dark and narrow I thought for a moment I was in a covered area.  I did manage to find my way back to the hotel with a short stop at Starbucks for a cup of good old English tea and a spot of people watching.

This evening I walked to Wan Chai harbour to watch the fireworks.  It was a half hour spectactular shower of rainbow colours that lit up the night sky and reflected magicallyoff the tall glass buildings edging the water.  I tried to catch it on camera but the lens can’t do it justice.    So many people crowded the harbour yet I was impressed how quietly and orderly everyone was on leaving.  No mad scramble like at home.  Streets were closed to traffic making it a lot easier to clear the area.

To finish off the evening I went down the basement bar in the hotel to claim my complimentary pint of lager, can’t miss out on a free drink. 









Hong Kong Day One


We arrived in Hong Kong fifteen minutes early.  Mind you it did look as if we might land in the water as the airport is right by the sea.  It was good old British weather in Hong Kong, cold and grey just to make me feel at home.  The airport express from the airport into the centre of Hong Kong is very fast and impressive.  Simple and clear directions and instructions.  In London we have an oyster card, Hong Kong does it 8 legs better with an octopus card, which works in the same way, except fares are much cheaper.  I found my way to the hotel without any trouble using the underground, checked in and then dashed out again to watch the New Year parade on Hong Kong Island.  First I had the challenge of finding the ferry port, which didn’t prove too difficult and I even found my way back to the hotel again afterwards.  Question is will I recognise the rout in daylight?

The parade was colourful and loud with dancing dragons, long-legged butterflies (girls on stilts) and multicoloured floats.  Mind you (and this will come as no surprise to those who know me) I did get rather cold as there was a chilly wind blowing.  This was despite dad’s waterproof and fleecy jacket over my own fleece and long sleeved Tshirt.  It is now almost 1am Hong Kong time and I’m wide awake, ready for a busy morning tomorrow..







Monday, 23 January 2012

Goodbye England



Heathrow airport on a Sunday afternoon was filled with the bustle of a busy city.  People arriving and departing from all parts of the world.  Clutching my hand luggage, passport, boarding card, laptop and kindle, I braved the security checks that form the barrier to the departure lounge.  Placing everything I hold valuable into a couple of trays and watching them slide through the xray machine gave me pangs of separation while stepping through the metal detector made me feel like a guilty criminal even though I had nothing to hide and it’s only my mum who ever sets the alarm bells ringing with her bionic knee.

After what seemed like ages and keeping my purse firmly shut as I mooched around the shops, tannoys announced the gate for NZ38 to Auckland via Hong Kong.  With one last quick charge of my netbook (very kind of Heathrow to supply free plug sockets, when they work)  we boarded the flight. 

Apart from the sick feeling in my stomach at take-off, I love seeing the land below in it’s doll size splendour and London at night with all its lights looked like a million jewels in a pirate’s treasure chest.

It’s now four thirty in the morning (until I adjust my watch to Hong Kong time, when it will be lunch time).  I should be sleeping but other than a few snatched hours strung together since midnight thanks to a boring film, I’ve been awake.

Sunday, 22 January 2012

Southern Hemisphere here I come

Bags are packed, books uploaded onto my kindle and bottles containing liquids neatly stowed in a clear plastic bag.  House is tidy and fridge empty save for a sandwich and apple to eat at the airport. I have even remembered my passport and tickets, though I use the word ticket loosely as nowadays all you get is a piece of paper with flight details and booking reference number.  I do miss the feel and excitement of an old fashioned airline ticket that was handed over, and the counterfoil returned.    Still , technology has its advantages. I went online and reserved my seats though Air New Zealand still haven't caught onto online checking in.

A twelve hour flight to Hong Kong, hope they show some decent movies.  I arrive just in time for the Chinese New Year celebrations so it will be a quick stop at my hotel to check in and leave my bags then off to the harbour for the New Year night parade.

More soon.