de(xei)mber iv : Hong Kong – memories & more.
For the fourth portion of de(xei)mber I thought I’d steer clear from speaking of friends and memories shared with others outside of the boundaries formed by the notion of home. More or less, I should have completed those dedications besides those for rkktz (which no one will read) and those other little things for new year resolutions that may or may not concern the mentioned people. de(xei)mber four will be about our trip to Hong Kong because why not; it was from 0812 till 1312, and it was a well-spent period of five days.
To begin with I’d like to say that Hong Kong is roughly similar to Singapore in terms of the things we see along the way with our bus rides and mtr rides – it’s a city, filled with hustle and bustle, the cliché little things we might use to describe a busy street during its peak hours, and its technically yet another concrete jungle, just with the addition in height of its concrete trees of architecture, as well as the presence of more nature, and unclear skies due to the poor air quality. Undoubtedly, it is much larger than Singapore and has alluring aspects to its vast area – namely its weather since its cooling breeze was often to die for.
Going there on a United Airlines flight was pretty new, and the leg space was generous. Arriving in the morning was a direct shuffle towards the ferry counter where we asked for our tickets with barely opened eyes and unsettled stomachs with the queasy feeling of having been on a flight for a little too long. (It wasn’t that long though, 3.5 hours was bearable.) Hong Kong’s airport has an extremely confusing structure with different sections separated by mere glass panels and we often found ourselves questioning where we were going as we blindly followed signs and others’ footsteps. We took a series of rides on the escalator, had a go on their internal train and got a little shocked by its speed, but we were really intrigued by its speed as compared to that of our skytrain in Changi Airport. It was a cool experience, and it made us think about the size of the entire airport since it was in some sense fused with their ferry station where we could then take a water jet over to Macau.
And that was what we did.
It was a Cotai Water Jet, and it was filled with a stuffy atmosphere and dirt lining the corners of the glass panel. The pouch on the seat in front of me was stuffed with flyers about Macau, and the little screen hanging from the top of the jet played videos on how lovely and magical some portions of Macau were – and they weren’t lies, because Macau is truly a beautiful place. The ride lasted for half an hour and after that we were greeted by messy squeeze with boisterous tourists bumping into each other, elbowing each other, and trying to get to the front of the queue without a single ounce of patience. But that was alright, we got through fine. But yes, without needing to describe it, its clear that Macau is heaven, and really really beautiful.
At this point, I’m a little too lazy to carry on so I’ll let my pictures do the speaking. Perhaps when I’m more sober, and my eyes no longer hurt, I’ll fill in the blanks. I’ll leave that for tomorrow, or maybe after we return from Thailand- and that’d signify de(xei)mber five.
(iii) random bits of hong kong + fun fact : its ironic how i’ve taken the mtr in hongkong sufficiently to allow me to remember most of the stops in the lines which we took, while i only took the mrt once in singapore.
+ bonus – i am not glamorous at all.