Hanging around Hong Kong

 Ideas of meandering around Hong Kong had always pranced around my mind. With a population towering on the high end of seven million, Hong Kong resided on my list of must see cities. Images of the skyline alone led to illusions of gawking in awe over this massive city. One rule I have, ride public transportation, at least some of the time it's the best way to get better acquainted with a city. That being said I hopped the train from the airport surprisingly shocked at how clean and efficient it was. My plan was to simply, get lost. I knew I wanted to explore the hills of Soho and get a glimpse of this trendy, ex-pat and boutique filled hood, and of course I adored it. The heat was as intense as the stone faced well dressed residents, some of whom stormed down the street in stilettos with impressive speed and agility. From dried food, teas, and other mysterious tasty treats I couldn't identify, neighborhoods were dedicated to specific products, making it easy to realize where you were in case you got lost. Getting lost seemed to be a requirement of getting around. GPS in hand still didn't result in getting from A to B easily, if at all. Dietary options were plentiful with restaurants spanning the globe. Deciding to stick to restaurants that didn't cater to a foreign audience made each meal a mystery, not truly knowing what had been ordered, but bravery led to some amazing meals. Night time walks through cramped markets were followed by boat rides to take in the neon lit skyline, just a little teaser. The height of the trip was climbing to the highest point in Hong Kong “The Peak,” and taking in a view that hypnotized my mind and essentially was what had originally drug me here.

P.S. Was feeling the random acts of street art.







 

 


 


 


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Maira Gall