Leaving Hong Kong

Some final images of Hong Kong – a place that mixes & celebrates its British trading roots with its historic Chinese character. A place where modern business & banking & commerce look over the street life from their lofty abodes. The buses have advertising on their rooves as the whole world looks down from their apartment blocks. Eagles & kites soar through the highrisers playing the thermals between floors, balconies & windows. Views of the harbour show the wakes of countless vessels with their own specialist trade. In amongst it the locals carry on unaware of the thousands of eyes that might be watching20141218053700_IMG_7620 20141218053510_IMG_7612 20141218044854_IMG_7544 20141218032642_IMG_7494 20141218041138_IMG_7517 20141215075440_IMG_6327 20141217061641_IMG_7430 20141215102030_IMG_6458 20141217055228_IMG_7368 20141216075922_IMG_7024 20141217033627_IMG_7156 20141216075139_IMG_7011 20141216053631_IMG_6762 20141215052851_IMG_6193 20141218115503_IMG_7723.

80% of Hong Kong is forested & wild. Beautiful empty beaches can be found on a bus route within 30 minutes of the centre. Monasteries & temples share the spiritual space of these wild areas. The surrounding seas are fished in the traditional way & working families have to graft to make a living. I have so enjoyed my short time here & seen so much.

Now I must move on to warmer climes. Vietnam & Thailand beckon. Till the next time.

Stanley for my last dinner

From pier 5 I get a taxi & head over to the south of Hong Kong Island and to Stanley. The dual carriageway goes straight under the central mountains before curving around the coast through the well heeled districts of Discovery Bay. This is where the big shiney cars are. The expats, the rich & famous, the businessmen & the bankers live here. At the end of the road is Stanley.

Stanley feels like an oriental Bournemouth with a wide esplanade to wander along, a harbour to gaze at, lights to set the mood & a Pizza Hut to dine at.




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The high speed ferry to Cheung Chau Isuland

This morning I take the high speed ferry to Cheung Chau Island, a small island off the western shore. The ferry gently eases back into the harbour, sets its sights around the west edge of Hong Kong Island, growls to the world & attacks the waves. Up it goes on its triplanes, tonnes of vessel leaning as it charges through the harbour traffic like a motor cyclist on the Isle of Man moto GP course.

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The harbour is a mess of fishing vessels of all shapes & sizes from large trawlers to small squid boats to junks to coracles to palettes, yes wooden palettes to go between shore & ship. A real working fishing island. The quayside is noisey & crowded with locals, school children, fishermen & sellers. The best purchase is the fresh custard tarts – absolutely gobsmackingly gorgeous.

The busy working shore is a facade to a maze of small narrow streets where normal life takes place on a micro scale. Streets are a few metres across so any deliveries are by cart, builders’ vehicles & rubbish cards are on a mini scale as is the local ambulance – just like micro cart city.