48 Hours in Hong Kong

 

Vanilla Airlines gets us there without a hitch, despite the “Can You Take Me to Crazytown” music soundtrack playing in my head, we’ve made it. We wander around the massive airport trying to find our way to the N21 night bus. I’d had no idea that the airport was on Lantau, a completely different island from downtown Hong Kong where we were staying. It is to be a 2 hour ride and it is already almost 2 am. Wandering around, loaded down with stuff, I find my way out to the bus to realize there is no way to get coins for the exact fare required. I walk all the way back into the airport to buy a drink at the 7 11 and get change. The cashier is less than friendly and rather abrupt-a big change from Tokyo straight away. The people of Hong Kong are not rude; they are just busy and less concerned with formality. We catch the bus and the grumpy bus driver hurriedly locks down the stroller as Ryder and I carreen our way to the back of the full and well lit bus. I so badly want to sleep, but Ryder is too happy and excited.

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All of a sudden, I awake to an empty bus, look out the window to see a sign-Chungking Mansions-where we are staying-and say loudly, “Next stop please!” Not sure what woke me or why I didn’t hear anyone get off of the bus, but it’s in the nick of time. It is almost 4 am, and deserted except for Indian men huddled in groups and smoking.

Chungking Mansions is a character-chocked market mostly of Indian foods and products, but also internet cafes, cheap kids toys, and laundry services on the bottom floor, and floors of hostel-style accomodation above it. And two slow, packed elevators to get to the top. We meander around the floors until finally Bohol Hotel’s desk agent, a white bearded beturbaned man gets us in our room and we crash. We sleep in til a little after 10, then set out to find a place to eat, settling on a seafood buffet for $15. The food isn’t of the highest quality, but it gets the job done-Ryder stuffs himself with pineapple- and we can be off to our main goal of the day: the Hong Kong Heritage museum, with an entire floor devoted to a kids play area. In Hong Kong, museums are free Wednesdays. We hit a park afterwards, and finish the day off with some extremely spicy Indian curry and orange burfi from the market.

Hong Kong is known for its dim sum-in Sydney we were part of a yum cha meetup group. It’s the same thing, different name. A bunch of small dishes like dumplings, fried bread, and stuffed rolls served with different spicy dipping sauces.

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Next day, we try one such restaurant outside of the ferry port when I buy our tickets to Macau. It is indeed delicious but far too filling to finish.

We take the Star Ferry

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and go to Victoria’s Peak and there is an outdoor playground with the most perfect views.

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Overall, Hong Kong is far cleaner and more beautiful than I was expecting. There are signs warning of fines for littering.

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It’s like China Lite. English-speaking, clean, and Western shopping, but without the vast cultural and historical depth of China, either.

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Ryder befriends three dogs on our walk through the mountain and walks with them all the way back.

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The dog walkers are Nepalese and Filipino and say their boss has hired them full time just to take care of four dogs (one is left at home because its too mean to take out.) IMG_2040  IMG_2965

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We stop and have the most scrumptious tofu bubble dessert.

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We make it back in time to see the biggest sound and light show in the world on what may be the most beautiful skyline in the world.

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Hong Kong makes for a fun stopover destination, but two days left me satisfied and ready to move on…to Macau.

Kalli Hiller

Article by Kalli Hiller

Kalli Hiller is a voluntary vagabond who, with her husband Jacob, has traveled full time for the last eight years.

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