Title refers to the Hanna-Barbera cartoon, btw.
Ok, I think my blogs have been far too detailed as of late, although I
believe that it’s in the details that my good thoughts and ideas take shape
(although I’m sorry you all have to sort through a bunch of crap to get to
them). I’m also catching up on my writing while back at work, and even though I
have been lucky to get a lot of downtime, I have an upcoming promotion review
to prepare for and can no longer put the necessary time in to write entries as
lengthy as the last three. I’ll try to put less writing and more pictures,
although it ends up taking me forever to upload pictures with this bad
internet. Remember, I’m doing this for you, though ;-), so please enjoy!!!
Something I’ve noticed from the planes while flying over the waters in
Asia: there are a lot of freighters.
I can look out from the plane at the sea below and I’m always
guaranteed to see at least one massive ship. The sheer amount of products that
go through East Asian ports is just mind-boggling…
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Two freighters and some islands |
My excitement built quickly as the view turned to emerald green
hill-covered islands, with the only flat spaces filled by high rises. We flew a
perfect east-to-west traversal of the whole Hong Kong territory. I had to sneak
some pictures with my camera, because by this point they had said to turn off
all electronics.
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Only a snippet of the great view |
This was probably one of my favorite final descents of all time. And I've looked out the window during a lot of airplane descents.
The plane landed in the beautiful Hong Kong International Airport,
right on the water. The terminal baggage claim area, despite being the largest
I had ever seen, was also the busiest I had ever seen. The line for passport
control also took a very long time. Although they never take very long to check
my individual info and send me through. I guess there’s something to be said for carrying
a US passport. We still can get around pretty easily despite how negative some
people believe our international reputation to be. I still have 7 years until
my current passport expires, though, and I think the “sensitive electronics”
inside will start to lose functionality before too long. The edges have already
started getting bendy from situations like carrying it in my pocket while out
on the town at night and such. The humidity in these Asian countries also
didn’t help.
I hop aboard the Airport Express train and then switch to the metro. I
have to get to Tsim Sha Tsui station in Kowloon, which is in the Hong Kong
special district and is for all intents and purposes part of Hong Kong, but
it’s across the water from Hong Kong proper. This actually makes for the best
views of the best harbor skyline. My “guest house” is in the Chung King
Mansions, a notorious building with a population of almost 5000 people, known
as one of the cheapest residential complexes in Hong Kong. Thus it is home to a
lot of ethnic minorities, several very cheap guest houses and hostels, and the
lowest floors our stacked with small shops of people selling all sorts of
clothing, accessories, and used electronics.
Walking past the front of this area every day, I would be asked if I
wanted to buy a watch, every single time. I probably got asked this so much
because of the lack of a watch on my wrists. But my answer would always be a
stern no. I did not enjoy these moments, because I like to walk around jovially
throughout the world, but then when I do so in a place with very vocal
salesmen, they probably consider me an easy target due to my friendly look. So,
I had to train myself to look like a no-bull-shit asshole each time I walked
through these areas, never making eye contact, never smiling, looking like I’m on
a mission. This seemed to work out for me when I remembered to do it. Sometimes
I was also offered silk shirts. Those guys were more vocal. “Why wouldn’t you
want to have a nice silk shirt?” They’d ask. Truth is, I think it would be nice
to have a silk shirt. But as I’ve said earlier, my needs to stay lightly packed
had cut off my materialistic tendencies for the most part. And that’s hard to
handle in a place like Hong Kong where shopping is king. There were several “5th
Avenue” types of streets in the city that boasted all the highest of the high
end shopping possibilities, which was quite the contrast to the fact that items
at convenience stores were the cheapest I’d seen anywhere yet. The extremes just
keep getting more extreme. That’s more interesting, anyway. This stop was going
to be full of “extremes” for me. You’ll see.
Another thing I was often offered were massages. There were lots of
women out in front of their buildings offering lengthy massages for very good
prices. Some also offered hashish along with the massage experience for
enhancement and spiritual enlightenment, I’m sure… I don’t know why I never took any of the
ladies up on the massage offers. They definitely were affordable. I also
wondered how many of these ladies were just offering massages or whether they
additionally offered, well, “massages.” The happy ending kind. Entirely
possible. Prostitution is legal in Hong Kong, but the outright solicitation of
it is not. But apparently “one-woman brothels,” as they call them, abound, if
you know where to look. Some are disguised as massages and spas. Others just
don’t even bother with disguises. My first night, I also had a guy walk up to
me, and after I was ready to say no to a watch or shirt, his voice dropped down
really softly and he told me about some great girls at this one location and
how they gave the “full service” along with some sort of drug in addition for
an extra good time. This all sounded a bit much, and I politely declined. One always
wonders, though…
What they should do (and I think it’s a million-dollar idea that I
shouldn’t post on the internet, lest someone steal it and make millions), is
offer a package deal of massage plus watch. I think that would go over really
well. The men and ladies could team up and provide a double whammy for
deal-hunting passersby.
Anyway, I had a lot of trouble getting to my guest house, because there
were several different hotels owned by the same people, and they would use the
names interchangeably. Like, I booked a room at Hong Kong Back Packers, but I
received a confirmation email from the Tai Wan Hotel (name irony!). And then
when I wanted to get up to the floor where my hotel was, there were not enough elevators
to handle the numbers of people wanting to go up and down. I would shortly
thereafter take to the stairs (once I found those hidden bastards). I even had
an employee from the Tai Wan Hotel try to tell me there were no open rooms left
in his hotel, even though I kept saying I had a reservation and received email
confirmation and all that, but I finally reached the correct reception desk and
was shown to my room. The place was tiny, about the size of my Tokyo hotel
room, except instead of the miraculous space-saving effects of the futon; they
tried to fit a twin bed in there. There was also a tiny private bathroom, but
the shower was right over the toilet and there was barely any room to squeeze
between the toilet and sink. It was air conditioned, which made me happy, as
this was one of the southernmost, humid places I had ever been (I’m always
stuck in the Northern Hemisphere…). The only problem was, it had a power-saving
system where I had to put the keycard in a slot for the power to go on, so I couldn’t
have AC or charge any of my electronics while away from the room. The
electrical outlets had built-in adaptor plugs, so the universal adaptor I
bought in Taipei was of no use to me here. Over-preparedness fail.
In my first evening, I decided to hit the waterfront for the view and
the Avenue of Stars. The Avenue of Stars is the Chinese version of the
Hollywood walk of fame. I walked the majority of the Avenue’s length, but I
only managed to recognize Jackie Chan, Chow Yun Fat, Jet Li, and of course a statue
of Bruce Lee.
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Avenue of the Stars! |
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Bruce Lee! |
I also stared continuously at the gorgeous Hong Kong skyline (I was
still in Kowloon).
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I think the Bank of China Tower (zig-zaggy on the left) used to have a more commanding presence, but the IFC tower has totally put it to shame. |
I got confused about the IFC tower versus the Ritz-Carlton Hotel. The
IFC is the one in this view, and it looks taller from a lot of places than the
Ritz-Carlton, until you get to the top of the Ritz-Carlton and realize you’re
even higher. I think the illusion occurs because the IFC tapers a bit at the
top, whereas the Ritz-Carlton has a flat top. Pictures of that one later.
I walked aimlessly more through Kowloon and got myself lost for a bit
before eventually figuring out where I was, after walking down a super
expensive shopping street. The humidity was so bad that every time I walked
past a store and the automatic doors slid open, I would be engulfed by a glorious
and inviting blast of air-conditioning. This was the ultimate method for
getting customers off the street and into your store; if not for the fact that
every store was well conditioned and any single one of them could’ve pulled you
in with its temperatures. I reached an Italian restaurant, and it occurred to
me that I hadn’t eaten pizza since early May. I also wanted a prolonged escape
from this humidity. I usually try to avoid sit-down restaurants when I’m just
travelling by myself, unless I’m in an airport where plenty of other people are
doing it. It makes me feel funny for taking up a whole table for myself,
especially if they only have four-person tables available. I ended up at a
four-person table, next to a table of a loud Australian family. I ordered a
really good mango cocktail, a lobster bisque, and the best seafood pizza I’d
ever tasted, made with Norwegian salmon.
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Seafood Pizza!!! |
This was one of the best meals I had all trip. I realized at this point
that I really hadn’t eaten much, nor sampled too much local cuisine, just
because I was always on the move, or some of the smells just didn’t do it for
me.
I went back to the air conditioned shelter of my pint-sized hotel room
and slept with a satisfied stomach.
I was once again in a room with no windows, and I once again failed to
get up early. My intent had been to avoid the crowds and intense midday heat
when I rode the Peak Tram, a historical funicular (or “funny car,” as I
lovingly like to call them) that goes to the top of Victoria Peak for the best
panorama of the city. Instead, I got both a crowd and too much bright sun.
The Peak Tram base was near the Bank of China Tower.
And when I turned around, there was the IFC Tower.
I arrived at the Peak base and waited in line with a very diverse
collection of mostly white tourists. We finally made it onto the funicular,
which went surprisingly steeply up the mountain. There were a few
intermediate stations before the peak, which some locals actually use. A proper
all-inclusive metro pass can be used on this ride.
I arrived at the Peak station, which turned out to have a multistory
food and shopping center through which we had to ride escalators to reach the
observation deck on top (clever money grabbers). I was then served with the
most gorgeous view, but I didn’t stay long because the sun was so bright (and I
still lacked sunglasses) that I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Even squinting was
painful.
I ate lunch at a Burger King, for a change, chowing down on a Double
Whopper; then rode the funicular back down to the bottom, where an even bigger
crowd was waiting to ride up the mountain. I rode the subway a short distance
to get the Hong Kong Convention and Exhibition Center, in front of which was
the famed Golden Bauhinia Square.
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Golden Bauhinia |
Then I needed a respite from the heat and went back to my hotel (“Hey
Buddy, you want to buy a watch?”). Another thing about the Chung King Mansions:
apparently some enormous percentage of all the second-hand cell phones that end
up in Africa will at some point find their way through the stores at the Chung
King Mansions. Impressive
After a shower and some relaxation and confirmation that I had ferry
tickets to Macau in the morning, I leave at dusk to see the Symphony of Lights;
the world’s largest light show. Every night, dozens of buildings around the
harbor participate in a musical light show by either shooting off laser lights
or blinking and flickering other lights in time to electronic music. It didn’t turn out to be that impressive,
except for the scale of synchronization throughout the skyline. The Bank of
China Tower featured prominently, with the “zig-zag” lights literally dancing
the most creatively of any of the building lights. I got some great twilight
pictures of the harbor.
And proof that I was there…
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IFC's still not as big as my head.... |
And, my first attempt at a panorama shot. I never loaded the CD that
came with my camera and just found a free stitch-assist program online. Not very high quality, unfortunately.
After the show ended and I speed-walked away from the crowd, I headed
to the Ritz-Carlton, which is part of the tallest-in-the-city ICC
(International Commerce Center, as opposed to the International Financial
Center across the harbor). I was going to get some drinks at Ozone, the highest
bar in the world. Sitting at the 118th story, this also marks the
highest individual floor I had ever been on. I decided that walking there would be
easiest, but I ended up having to navigate a lot of construction and pedestrian
detours around the ICC. I finally figured out how to get up into the tower,
after walking through another high-end shopping center.
On the last elevator leg to the top, I rode with a couple Brits, named
Sarah and Clinton. They were not a couple, just good friends, and they offered
for me to join them. I accepted. We were seated facing directly out over the
city, at a table built into a floor-to-ceiling window. And now I had the best
view of Hong Kong.
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This doesn't do it justice |
The Brits and I traded off buying each other rounds. We first bought
pretty cocktails. I ordered the signature “Aria 118,” which ended up being some
sort of sweet "–tini" type of drink. Afterward, we just ordered beers. We shared
each other’s stories and then spoke about life, politics, liberalness, and the
world. They were both originally from Bristol, which I hadn’t been to, but I had
seen the original TV series “Skins,” which took place in Bristol. So of course
I was an expert on the area…. The two of them had worked together at a
restaurant or bar and became best friends. Then Clinton moved away for two
years to live in New Zealand and travel a lot, finding work where he could.
Sarah now worked in Hong Kong, and Clinton was getting low on his money and
gradually making his way back up to England, via a succession of ten flights
that cost the same as the most direct route from New Zealand to England. I
admire people who have the balls to pack up everything and take all their
savings and live an adventure abroad. I’m too scared to not have the steady
income. I often wonder what might happen if I sold off all my stocks, took the
cash, packed my bags, and saw the world. Maybe I’ll wait ten years to do that,
when I hopefully have a lot more savings to work with (though the stock market
has not been working in my favor, and I’ve watched a lot of hard earned money
just disappear because of silly Wall Street action. I'm torn between wanted to just save the money and locking it up in investments for the growth potential). I’m fine with making my
salary, despite the conditions I have to live with at work, and I like being
able to afford flights on the major airlines. I have come to despise budget airlines,
if only for the fact that I don’t earn great mileage benefits from them the
same way I supposedly can from the other airline consortiums of SkyTeam, Star
Alliance, and OneWorld. I also am the type of person who likes pricey
activities like skiing, and if I had the free time, I would take up base
jumping and maybe also get a skydiver’s license. Hell, I just love knowing I
can afford to splurge if I want to and it’s not going to cripple me for the
foreseeable future. I have no idea where I’ll be a year from now or even six
months from now, because of the inherent mobility in my job, so I shouldn’t
speculate on all the future possibilities. I just need to keep a list of places
I want to go and activities I want to do, and when I have vacations, I will do
them.
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118 buddies, Clint and Sarah |
After a great conversation, Sarah and Clinton decide to leave, because Sarah has to work in the morning. We bid farewell and I stay
for one more beer, admiring the skyline as many of the lights turn off for the
night. I also sneak a picture after taking what Clinton referred to as “the
most aesthetically pleasing piss” of his life. The bathroom also had a
floor-to-ceiling window for our viewing pleasure mid- or post-piss.
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Also doesn't do the view justice |
It wasn’t even midnight yet, but I actually had to wake up early in the
morning. I had a special splurge planned over in Macau for which I needed to
catch a ferry….