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Ken's Travel Poll |
| What should I do in Hong Kong? |
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Victoria
Peak, Hong Kong
 Striking contrasts of Hong Kong Park
 Signage on streets of Kowloon, HK

Floating
Restaurant in HK harbor
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LAX to Hong Kong (via Tokyo) |
September 11-13, 2002 | |
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:: Prelude to Peregrination :: I am homeless, carless, and jobless. A week and a half ago, I moved out of my house and put everything into storage that I wasn't going to carry on my back or that I didn't simply just give away. I sold my car and for the first time in 14 years, I do not own a vehicle (which is saying a lot for a guy who grew up in Los Angeles.) I have no commitments, no wife, no kids, no girlfriend, no job. I have no keys -- just a few padlock combinations to remember. I am by myself on a plane to Asia with nothing but time, curiosity, a backpack, and the last vestiges of youth.
:: Northwest Flight #01 :: It's September 11th, the first anniversary of the four fateful hijackings, so when I say that I'm "by myself" on a plane, I really mean it. I'm on a Boeing 747 that seats 10 across in the main cabin (two aisles, 3-4-3 seating.) I have an entire row to myself... and I'm making it a point to sit in every seat in my row. It's really freaking out my flight attendant, who by the way, doesn't seem to have anyone else to attend to, so I guess that really makes her my own personal flight attendant. And she's being quite generous; I asked for a coke and she offered a 6-pack.
I think I'll lay down now and enjoy 4-seat fully recumbent sleep -- a coach-class luxury I will certainly never experience again on a trans-Pacific flight.
:: 12:15am. Hong Kong airport ::
A day, two flights, four movies, an episode
of West Wing, two Biographies,
three beers, a two- (delayed to five-) hour
layover in Tokyo, an incredibly messy &
embarrassing pen leak, and an episode of Just
Shoot Me later, I'm finally in Hong Kong.
It's after midnight
now. We were delayed in Tokyo because the pilots
had trepidations about flying through the typhoon-enraged
South China Sea. I may have preferred to stay
at the Tokyo airport. It's 84 degrees Fahrenheit
with 100% humidity (after midnight).
It's raining -- strike that -- there is a violent
flood of water pouring down on me from the angry
heavens. A day was stolen from me, sleep escaped
me, and now, standing drenched under a Chinese
transportation sign, several thousand miles
from home, I am wondering with stunned disorientation,
what have I done?
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Hong Kong |
September 13-14, 2002 | |
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First full day in HK, and "full" might be an understatement. Today, I walked at least 8 miles, rode the Star Ferry (twice), learned the metro system, bought a cheap digital camera (US$120), went to Victoria Peak, rode aboard a sampan, ate dim sum, shopped at Stanley Market, and met an English girl who took me out for dinner. The restaurant served pan-Pacific fusion cuisine -- that kind that's sort of a staple in San Francisco, but it was good. The real story, though, is that afterwards, we went pub crawling in Lan Kwai Fong.
First, let me say that the English influence is felt everywhere in Hong Kong -- from colonial architecture to Marks & Spencer to drunk Brits. Lan Kwai Fong is a cordoned off set of streets that is something like Chinatown meets New Orleans (except with a British rather than French influence). Under the heavy glow of neon and paper lanterns, crowds spill out unto the streets from pubs and karaoke bars. You have the ubiquitous drunk Englishman still in his suit from work slowly relaxing his tie, Australian expats leading the charge to order another round, tourists from every corner of the world milling about agog and bemused, and upwardly mobile Chinese twentysomethings still deciding whether to fashion themselves after teen-punk Japanese rock stars or their preppy British colleagues.
Tonight, I saw a Chinese Elvis
play "Suspicious Minds" in a white sequence
jumper. I saw a Chinese waiter in a Scottish
quilt serving beer at a pub. I saw an American
MBA from Chicago vomit onstage during the second
verse of his karaoke rendition of (and this
is no joke) "Tequila Sunrise." I'm going to
go to bed now and try very hard not to forget
that any of this happened.
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Hong Kong |
September 15, 2002 | |
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Let me try to explain how the weather works here. Under the constant cover of clouds, you have little warning of when rain will come. There are no transitional sprinkles or light showers; it either pours or it doesn't. You'll be walking through the streets and suddenly pounded with rain. Then, after five minutes, with the same abruptness with which it began, the rain will stop. This seems to happen about once an hour. I'm told that it's late in the season for these types of tropical rains. Apparently, they waited for me (you can't come all the way to Southeast Asia and miss out on a monsoon experience!)
On the positive side, if it wasn't for the irregular showers, my sweat-spotted clothes might seem pretty offensive; the torrential rains seem to pick up where my body perspiration left off to ensure that I am entirely drenched.
:: Postscript ::
Shortly
after writing this, the rains came again, but
this time didn't cease. It's been pouring
constantly for about 18 hours now. Apparently
the rain gods heard me, and thought they'd throw
a curveball. |
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Hong Kong |
September 16, 2002 | |
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This is my final day in Hong Kong before venturing into the mainland, beginning with the Guilin region. Before leaving, I'll describe two of my more favorite HK experiences:
:: Inner Kowloon :: As you head up Nathan Rd. away from Victoria Harbor and into the heart of the Kowloon district, the streets get grittier, tourist dissipate and Hong Kong's traditional urban life emerges. Chock-full of crumbling tenements and stores selling everything from electronics to chickens, the Yau Ma Tei and Mong Kok neighborhoods offer a glimpse of Chinese urban society and traditional outdoor market experiences. In the side streets off Nathan Rd., the main thoroughfare, you can wander for hours through the fish market, bird market, flower market, jade market, and Temple Street night market.
:: Hong Kong Park ::
Most shops and sights don't open until 9:00am.
So, if you're up before 9:00am (a good
dose of jetlag pretty much ensures that you
are), there's probably little else you can do
other than wander through public parks.
Fortunately, some of them are amazing.
Hong Kong Park, in particular, might
even rank as my favorite experience in HK.
Nestled in the middle of tall mirrored
skyscrapers in the heart of HK's financial district,
Hong Kong Park is noteworthy for its dramatic
contrasts.
Against the backdrop of the most modern
symbols of HK, you will find lagoons, waterfalls,
an aviary, a conservatory, and at 8:00am, dozens
of elder locals engrossed in the serene meditative
practice of Tai Chi. |
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