Hong Kong - Part 1

The Veggies are back from Hong Kong. The full vacation recap is going to be split into two posts as one specific outing deserves an extremely thorough write-up. In the meantime, I posted a slideshow on our Jet Settin' page if you need RV to soak up a few extra minutes of your work day. It's the fifth slideshow on the page.

Anyway...in a nutshell, Hong Kong is five million times more interesting than I anticipated. I'm not sure why, but I wasn't overly stoked for this trip. Some of Boz's family lived in HK for years and I have been hearing references to the islands for quite some time...so perhaps it just seemed too accessible and not ridiculous enough for my tastes. Historically speaking, I prefer to suggest vacation ideas that might be met with "Has anyone ever been there?" and then negotiate down...so  perhaps HK just seemed too tame.

I was way off.

Hong Kong is incredible. If I had to name my top 5 HK experiences, I would say:

1. The mind-blowing, best-meal-of-my-life, butter-n-syrup drenched, deep fried french toast
2. The stunning, lushly vegetated mountain scenery
3. Tai-O
4. Dim-sum (how original, i know. but seriously...)
5. Super skinny trolley cars

We landed Wednesday evening and squeezed in a nightcap before heading to bed. Thursday morning began with a trek around the Temple of 10,000 Buddhas...which turned out to be much more visually appealing than anything we've visited in Tokyo. Apparently Boz and I are more of the Buddhist than Shinto persuasion when it comes to places of worship. Who knew?

(Again, I've included a bunch of pics on the slideshow, so I'll just give you a quick glimpse here.)

Thursday evening ended with a meal of the ubiquitous Peking duck. Peking duck is served sliced up on a giant platter. Diners fill a warm, fluffy tortilla with a few slices of duck along with several pieces of pickled cucumber and a dollop of sauce. They then roll it all up and enjoy it like a burrito. Boz ate approximately 25 duck burritos. I ate zero as I am staunchly pro-life when it comes to ducks and ducklings.

Friday began with a tour of Stanley Market where Boz bought two dress shirts and I bought a pashmina and several silk scarves. We stuffed all our souvenirs in one bag and, as it weighed no more than one pound, intended to just carry it along throughout the day's adventures. After a quick tour of the waterfront, we jumped on a bus (and then a train...and then a taxi...and so on). Traveling (quickly) around HK requires a little ingenuity. Unlike Tokyo, HK train stations do not exactly grow on trees. (<I'm pretty sure this is an old Chinese colloquialism. Feel free to use it.) 

We ended up getting a little sidetracked and decided we didn't have time to accomplish our original plans for the day. We quickly rearranged our agenda, putting Tim Ho Wan (which holds the honor of being the world's cheapest Michelin-starred restaurant) at the top of the list. THE very second we stepped off our last train in pursuit of dim sum, Boz froze...and the bag of souvenirs sped off down the tracks. If I had been the one to leave the bag on the train, Boz would have responded with "Ah, no worries, babe. That kinda stuff happens." But since this setback was his doing, he immediately considered throwing himself on the track and ending it all. In an attempt at damage-control, I suggested calling the hotel and asking them to contact the last station on the line in the off-chance another passenger would bring the bag to the station's lost and found. Boz made the call, gave himself a pep talk, and we set off to enjoy Tim Ho Wan and an evening light-show cruise on Victoria Harbour.

Our transportation...a custom-made Chinese junk (<this is the actual term for the boat. This isn't me insulting it. The junk was absolutely lovely.)

We swung by Lan Kwai Fong for a nightcap after the cruise and then took our time walking back to the hotel as nighttime people-watching in HK makes Tokyo seem calm(er) (ish) (ok, not really, but it's still cool). 

We were greeted by the hotel concierge around midnight, along with a note inviting us to pick up our lost bag at Hong Kong station the following morning. God bless Asia.

Part 2 comin' up tomorrow...