Bouncing over bundles of clouds which is the reason why I hate travelling, we made it to HK. As soon as the plane landed I revised my old saying just like any other time, here I quote: “I will not think about going to America and Europe again.” And whoever I say that to will say, “This you say everytime the plane lands.” So there stood HK, tall and gorgeous and we were basically clueless to face it. But I’d never lost sense of browsing the net about HK weeks beforehand so those names of places like Jordan or Admiralty or Causeway bay etc weren’t that new to me. I had names of places to visit, all we had to do was ask. I speak no Cantonese, nor understand any, Giant can speak a little and understand better. I know a few Chinese characters so when Giant seeked for Pork Congee, I would look for the words ‘zhu rou’, if it weren’t there then I’d tell him they didn’t sell pork congee. Whether it was true or not, he bought it. He had to. Being monotonous with taste, I preferred to go with roasted duck on rice which has always become my favourite dish. The duck must have been obese, because the meat was thick and juicy. If it weren’t for Giant, I must’ve only eaten roasted duck for all lunches and dinners. And for breakfast? because we were in HK, we ate breakfast the HK way. YumCha-way!!!!
They say a view can worth a million dollars, but even if we had that much money, we couldn’t bid on it. It belongs to the earth, to the universe. A tower can be as tall as Godzilla, but a grand panaromic view is only grand if it’s associated with the trees, the air, the wind, the lights, the sky, the stars and the moon and everything around it. From the top of the mountain, the view of HK was the sight for my sore eyes. Since we couldn’t take it home nor purchased it with the few bucks in hand, we just stared. The ice-cream, however, was simultaneously a sore for my purse and my throat.
The house of wax by Madame Tussaud exposed famous people in close vicinity with no paparazzi around. In there, even the deceased famous people were alive. I took pictures with Elvis, Monroe, Enstein as if i’d known them for life. Maybe at night, they move around and talk to one another and before the sun rises, they go back to being nothing but wax. Wax or no wax, these real-sized mannequins were close to being humans. My heartbeat raced being so dearly close to gorgeous men like Beckham and Pitt and even Bruce Lee. Then when we came across Johnny Depp, my close to 30 year-old-heart almost set itself to a coma. He’s not even one of my favourite men, but I gotta admit he was the most goodlooking waxed man I’d met so far. That’s why they placed Mao Ze Dong in another section to suppress jealousy.
After the coma drama with Johnny Depp, I experienced the near-death moment taking one stupid space ‘rollercoaster’ ride in Disneyland. See my heart isn’t strong enough to handle rides. It was a dark ride, but my ride was pitch black because I shut my eyes the whole time. I felt like I could be thrown out onto the air anytime. I held the bar so tight I’d probably bent it. But there goes the story of one freaky ride, because the rest of Disneyland made it one fine day. Even with my greasy hair and dark circled eyes, I managed to get out of Disneyland without being mistaken for a halloween girl.
The whole HK trip was great. It didn’t stink at all! Perhaps if I’d found that stinky tofu, it would have stunk a little bit. Maybe I can use a tofu reason to go back again one day.
Speaking of one day, a ferryboat took us to Macau and back in one day. But one day was all we needed to make extra couple hundred dollars from the casino. If I only knew one thing, that one thing was that I hadn’t been to Macau. I had only been to the casino/hotel. But was it impressive? Truly!
Thanks to my generous sponsors for this trip.
From Julia
With Love
