The first day in Hong Kong was spent getting out of Hong Kong, with a trip to Lantau Island, and a cable car ride up to the ‘Big Buddha’. Naturally, you’d find this would be the first thing on any Australian’s list, and it was infinitely better than the big potato or big cheese. Sure, there was a theme park feel to the place, what with the insatiable appetite for consumption in the air, but once you actually made it to Buddha and ambled around the nearby Po Lin Monastery, you got that serene feeling that seems to come with the smell of incense, vegetarianism, and repetitive monosyllabic chanting.
The Big Buddha itself sits atop many many steps, paying pilgrimage a chore in the midday sun. But he has a terrific view, along with an inside that is blessed with some of that spiritual air-conditioned comfort. While hot, the weather was in fact marvellous, a splendid day to take in the mountainous surrounds and many islands spread out afar. An introduction to a side of Hong Kong that is not all high-rise mayhem.
Up here, vegetarian fare seemed to be the order of the day, given all these Bok Choi loving Buddhists and one extra cabbage muncher called Jason who was with me on this day. Apart from the excellent tofu, it was gloopy fare for the most part, but at least it took us into the serenity and shade that was the Monastery and various temples and gardens.
The city is spectacular and crazy, though where the city starts and ends is virtually impossible to ascertain. A rather good perspective was attained from ‘the other side’ on Wednesday night – or Tsim Sha Tsui as I preferred not to try to pronounce it. Generally, the biggest, shiniest skyscrapers seem to broadly indicate the city, but then these stretch on and on along the narrow line of land between harbour and mountain. Still, whichever way you look, a stunning view to soak up and all for the price of about 25p on the Star Ferry.
Many an ambling was done in Wan Chai, where we were staying just to the east of the city proper. Here, the contrast between east and west is all around, from large corporate offices and Starbucks to the narrow lined markets selling lots of anything and everything. The caramel frappuccino may be slightly more appealing than the rows of fish and hanging intestines, but the latter is certainly more authentic...I think. But in true Hong Kong style it doesn’t matter, each can naturally exist in their own right...dim sum can be next to an Irish bar which can be next to a Thai massage long time happy valley ending which can be next to an electronics store which can be next to a fruit and veg stall which can be next...okay so you get the point. The thing is, the best approach as a visitor is to just go with it and lap it up.
Which is exactly what we did by jumping on a tram, or something very narrow and tall that looked as though it could topple over at any moment on rails. It was great to just sit at the top of the back deck, get some slight relief from a breeze and watch the city bustle its way along. Breezing past the shiny cleanliness of skyscraper world, where important people were no doubt doing important things like pillaging the global economy. On to Central, where designer boutiques and the occasional colonial artefact were interspersed with narrow alleyways stuffed with market goods. Heading deeper into a less anglicised world of Chinese shops and shoebox apartments and – yes that very very Chinese thing – construction sites. And probably a step too far, Kennedy Town, a pleasant enough neighbourhood, but one from which we had to return on a more crowded tram.
Things neither cool nor quieten down much at night. In fact, the place is so abuzz at night and at its neon best that darkness appears to be its most comfortable state. It’s a very easy place to have a big night or two, even easier when you are with Jason and Mat, who somehow made the adjustment from living in Canberra to Hong Kong. A quiet beverage in Wan Chai turns into a few more, and Friday night provides the splendour of Taiwanese Dim Sum followed by peanuts galore on the floor and 7-11 beers on the tiers. Yes, one of the cheapest and most entertaining ways to be cheap and entertain oneself is by buying cans of beer from the 7-11 and drinking them on the streets of Lan Kwai Fong. Now, it is important to note here, this is not the same as buying two litres of cider and drinking them on the street corner in Swilly and being a disrespectful and idiotic hooligan. There is no nastiness or aggression. Just many people enjoying themselves in a free and open way, even if that involves borrowing some devil horns once in a while.
The road down from the Peak, in a very full bus, never seems to end, a constant winding freefall through the trees past opulent houses and the occasional apartment block. It does end though, and very handily close to the hotel. This made it extremely easy to return, via bus, the following evening to soak up the late day glow and shadows transforming into dusky twinkling lights and night time illuminations. Seriously unlike Mount Ainslie.
From one island to another to another
Apparently it’s not surfing that’s the go-go here, but windsurfing. However, today there was hardly a breath of air on what was turning into the most humid day, the sunniness of previous days replaced by an indecisive greyness that could either turn into a deluge or break into watery sunshine depending on what mood it was in. This set the scene for a rather sweaty walk up from the beach and along undulating streets to the southern part of the island. Here, more substantial and leafy houses dotted the way, before giving way completely to woodland for a little while, into which the island’s cemetery gradually infiltrated. The final, downhill part emerged into the southern end of the harbour where, once again, a more chaotic and scruffy authenticity reigned.
Back around the bay a little to the ferry harbour I picked up some coke and an ice cream, an attempt to cool down a little. I thought about lingering on the beach but the dodgy looking weather and enticement of an air-conditioned fast ferry just creeping into the quay were enough to propel me back to Hong Kong Island. With still several hours to spare before my late night flight, and a few dollars left on my Octopus card (like the oyster card but with extra tentacles), I once again took the Star Ferry across to TST, a final opportunity to walk the ‘avenue of stars’, locate Bruce Lee, and gaze back upon the impressive city skyline.
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