Hong Kong – a city of banks, restaurants, designer stores,
and an infinite number of high raise apartment buildings. The public transportation is wonderfully
efficient and with my prepaid Octopus card all I have to do is to tap my card
to the reader on any form of transportation and the fee is automatically
deducted, although since I’m an “elderly” the fee is very low – it’s even free
to ride the Star ferry across the harbor, which everyone should do at least
once in their life. It’s still a
thrilling ride, even if the harbor is much small than it was twenty years ago,
and the boat traffic is much less.
Hong Kong is all about making money and spending money, and
eating; eating everything and anything, as long as it is fresh. For example, I ate goose intestines, duck
tongues, and the fallopian tubes of a frog-like animal. But more familiar types of food are even more
delicious (to me); roast goose, barbecue pork, steamed whole fish, and of course
we ate a lot of dim sum. I love dim sum,
not just the food itself but the ambiance – people sitting at tables with
strangers reading their newspapers, drinking tea, passing time. Of course the newer fancier restaurants lack
this slow pace, but even at these places I don’t feel rushed.
The streets in some parts of town are lined with designer
shops and outside these shops there are lines of people waiting to get in,
mostly mainland Chinese with money to burn.
On the Star ferry I saw women with bags – lots of bags - from Chanel,
Burberry, Prada, and numerous other high priced stores. All that money is driving up the cost of
real estate here, so that apartments rent for thousands of (US) dollars a
month, and sell for millions.
Get on a ferry to an outlying island, or a bus to the peak,
and in half an hour you are hiking in the country. Our first day in Hong Kong the weather and
visibility were great so we took a bus to the peak (the tram has become too
popular with mainland tourists now), and hiked from Victoria Peak to the top of
High West, another peak with a spectacular view and no buildings. While we were climbing the hill that song
from the old movie Love is a many
splendored thing kept playing in my head: “once on a high and windy hill
two lovers kissed…” But Nonnie didn’t
want to kiss in front of the other hikers.
Our trip was made much better by our friend Ed, with whom we
roasted a pig in Gallup, and with whom we ate many great meals in Hong Kong,
including a thirteen course wedding banquet at the marriage of Cheryl and
Harold, Ed’s nephew. That was a meal to
remember! Ed’s sister Amy had head surgery
when we arrived, but was able to join us for dinner at the end of our
visit. We wish her well.
I will remember Hong Kong as a city of contrasts – huge apartment
buildings and huge parks; rich people and poor people, cheap goods and
expensive items – a place of endless energy, and sore legs.
