Haha, Dear2 suddenly has this inspiration to write about our recent Hong Kong trip experience.
Dear1 had to go to Hong Kong recently for a conference. That was the day after the Sundown Marathon. Dear1 took Jetstar to Hong Kong on Monday morning, and Dear2 joined him in Hong Kong on Friday evening.
Let’s start with Dear2 arriving in Hong Kong Airport. Earlier, Dear1 and Dear2 have agreed to meet at the Gate at the Hong Kong airport. Alas, when Dear2 reached the airport, Dear1 was nowhere to be seen. Cannot be, cos Dear1’s colleagues were departing on the earlier Jetstar fight back to SG, so Dear1 must be somewhere in the airport. Dear2 tried to call Dear1 on his HK pre paid card number, but couldn’t get thru. So Dear2 decided to walk around and think of a plan. As Dear2 was walking around, she realised that hey, there’s a second arrival hall on the other side. Bingo! It wasn’t hard to find Dear1 there earnestly waiting to receive Dear2. The message here is, there may be multiple arrival halls, so please, exit from the one at your belt! (Dear2 has never checked in baggage on her own, so never knew where to collect the baggage. :p)
We stayed at the Prudential Hotel at Jordon, which was a very wise choice as, even during a 黑色风暴 signal which Dear2 encountered during the first morning in HK, we could still take a train to other places without going out in the open at all. And not to mention that we walked upwards from Jordon to Mong Kok and downwards to Tsim Sha Tsui during clear days, multiple times a day. Heehee.
Dear1 and Dear2 walked up and down Mong Kok several times in that 4 days we were there. Ate countless strings of curry fishballs (Dear2’s favourites), 1 fried intestines (I never want to eat that again), egg tarts from KFC, 2 juices for HK25 etc. 女人街 was a no-no shopping for us, as it seemed like a place meant for the ang mos. There were many little shopping malls dotting the streets of 洗衣街 and xi yang cai jie (西洋菜街), and you will only know that that’s a shopping centre after you stumble in (the entrance of the malls look no different from a 1-shop only outlet). Dear2 bought some items from the Esprit factory outlet, and immediately fell in love with Esprit clothes. I want to go to Hong Kong again!!! Haha.
As tourists, the Peak and Ocean Park are not to be missed. We took a ferry across the sea to Hong Kong Island, and then a bus to the Ocean Park. It was during the trip that Dear2 appreciated that Hong Kong is really mountainess and sea-ly. No wonder usable land in Hong Kong is so scarce. The cable car ride to Ocean Park was breath-taking (literally – Dear2 was scared stiff. Dear1, don’t move!). And Ocean Park itself was very hilly (and of course, the rides were exciting). But hey, what’s with the tourists here? We didn’t think that Hong Kong will be such a popular place for the Chinese?
After a quick bite of stir fried cuttlefish before we left the Park (oh, you wouldn’t want to eat that again too), we took the same bus back to Central. We didn’t know what bus to take to the Peak Tram, only knowing that it’s pretty near to the Ferry Terminal, so Dear1 and Dear2 hiked to the Peak Tram Station. Along the way, we passed by the Bank of China building (which you see often on CNA ads) – hey, that’s the Bank of China building!?
The Peak Tram Station was surprisingly crowded at the ticketing counters. Luckily Dear1 did his research earlier, and we went to the express queue to purchase our combo tickets (Tram + Wax Museum + Viewing Gallery). The Tram uphill was amazing – it was packed with people upwards and downwards, and at some sections inclining at 45 degrees. Hold onto the handles!! And don’t look at the 20 storey buildings which seemed so low, now all below your feet!
The Peak Mall turned out to be overly modernised. Dear2 wanted to climb to the spot on the Peak, where in Hong Kong shows, the actors always hang around at. We took a hike uphill, but it got too deserted for lone travellers to be exploring, hence decided to head back down again. It was only later that Dear2 concluded that that spot was actually somewhere downhill and not up. Oh, what a wasted hike.
The ride back to the bottom of the Peak was equally exhilarating. Dear1 wanted to explore riding on the tram, so we hitched one, and took 2 stops to Lan Kwai Fong. Oh ya, the tram, ferry, bus, MRT and even Krispy Kreme accept payment from the Octopus Card. A convenient must-have for travellers like us. We had roast goose at an expensive Chinese restaurant outside Lan Kwai Fong, after which we strolled one round of the famed street. The street is pretty much a hangout place for the foreigners and their frens, and surprisingly short as you’d imagined from those shown in Hong Kong films.
Egg tarts from Wong Tai Sin, beef noodles of Jordon (where the uncle insisted that we add the beef stew to our noodles for better taste), steamed egg, (not so nice – probably becos of high expectations) dim sum, multiple breakfast/ tea sets comprising of pasta + tea + bread or maggi mee with luncheon meat + bun + coffee or sandwich with eggs and beans + coffee + polo bun, yummy original glazed Krispy Kreme, and not forgetting the local street-eat curry balls, Dear1 and Dear2 were screaming not to return to Singapore when we had to pack our bags eventually.
Hong Kong is pretty much like home for Singaporeans like us. We will want to go back again, but that will have to be some other time liao. I want to buy more Esprit!!!