Sweaty in Hong Kong
Well, we were seen off by about 20 of our closest friends and families -love to you all- and arrived at around 6:00 am in Hong Kong thanks to some nice pilots and a flight crew that consisted of the cast of Hogans Heroes. There was even a flight attendant called Klaus. And is it just me or is a flight crew made up entirely of men a little wierd?
We met a very helpful couple at the airport who chaperoned us virtually to our hotel door and gave we two newbie tourists a 30 minute crash course in Hong Kong culture. Thanks Murray and Imee (hope I spelt that right).
Well, isn’t Hong Kong is an assualt to the senses. And I don’t mean assault in the violent way. We both find it a bit head-spinning. Sights, sounds, smells. And I think we are spinning a few heads ourselves, thanks to Tricky with her bright red hair.
After a few hours sleep at the hotel, we hit the streets and what was the first culinary delight we sampled here? Why, the culinary delights of the Golden Arches of course. I’m delighted to report that the clown’s hamburgers, fries etc have the exact same homogenised taste as Australia and leave you with that same hungry feeling about 10 minutes after you exit their gilded doors. Still, it tasted good as a first safe meal in a foreign country. Tonight we try the real thing at the night markets.
Have to go. More soon. I only bought a bottle of water at this internet cafe and I think I’m overstaying my welcome.