Goa post #1 - Down and out in Hong Kong
Hong Kong! We both loved it - like going back to western civilization after our spell in China, Mongolia and Russia. First thing after securing shoebox size and expensive accommodation in Mirador Mansions was to secure an acceptable pint in Delaneys. Easily done by dodging all the Indian tailors stationed every 10 metres all of whom insisted that my most pressing need was not a good dose of the black nectar, but rather a tailored suit - this in spite of (or maybe because of) my t-shirt, shorts and sandals appearance.
I should mention that entering the HK territory was a long process from China equivalent to leaving the mainland and cancelling your chinese visa. Don't believe any hostel or travel agency that tells you they offer a bus service going directly to the HK territories because every gets off and walks through. So even though it's controlled by it's big neighbour, the chinese government essentially haven't changed anything because HK was a cash cow for them even before it was handed back by the Brits. And it remains british in so many ways - signs everywhere to warn you to "Mind your head" and "Slippery Floor". These may have been present in China, in chinese, but it didn't help me much as I whacked the side of my head for the umptheenth time off the TV set on the bus when alighting. Much to the amusement of my fellow passangers, I might add. The names of the streets and hotels in HK are also so british, but don't look it with all their chinese characters - it made me think of Dublin, a bit. The public transport system was so clean, efficient and well organised, that it was nearly a pity the British hadn't stayed in Ireland until the 30s so as to tunnel out the Dublin underground. Ah well, we probably would have ripped it all up anyway, like we did with the railways and trams. I digress .....
We passed our days exploring the streets and markets and nipping in out of the very polluted, humid and hot air now and again to be AC frozen while we sipped our expensive lattes in one of the typical cafe chains that dot the more commercial and western parts of the city. Trying to eat cheap by buying sandwiches and canned coffee in the 7-11s that occupy a space on every corner. I have never knowingly financed an american business so much, but it was one of the few budget options in such an expensive city.
Here's the 800m of escalators that bring all the workers on HK island down in the morning and up in the evening. A great idea because it passes right through the Soho bar hopping area.
Ah, a great auld day on the beach at Shek O, reached on HK island from the end of the tram line in Shau Kei and then boarding the No. 9 doubledecker. About 5 people on this immaculate spread of sand, not counting the 10 lifeguards and 5 beach cleaners.
Because of my medical mishap, we actually ended up being still in Hong Kong for the massive full moon festival. This turned out to a fortunate turn of events because back in mainland China it was the Golden week holiday and 200 million people were on the move .... imagine CIE dealing with dat and only one ticket booth open in Busaras at the weekends!
Another great day had by all, well the 2 of us anyway. About 17 euro each to visit the HK Ocean Park on a weekday. Beautiful weather and not a soul about, so no queuing or gettin' in line as some folks say. Highly recommended and half the price of Disneyland on Lantau Island.
Bamboo is still preferred to other scaffolding, even for building the skyscrapers.
Caught a doubledecker up to the Peak from HK island with our premeditated picnic purchased in M&S and Pret-a-Manger. Fantastic view of the harbour and even more so at night.
A wee trip out to the fishing village of Aberdeen on the other side of HK island meant an expensive 10 minute boat ride to see how the natives still lived on the water. Not much happening really, I reckon that they've all buggered off to the giant, surrounding skyscrapers....
We used the metro a bit to help us cool down, but after the real cheap ferries that cross the harbour then our next favourite mode of transport were the doubledecker trams on HK island. Slow, noisy, crowded and no AC, great for no hurry and streetviewing travel - for just 2 HKD (20 cent) using the Octupus card!
We were lucky enough to catch this lion (or dragon?) acrobatics show for free, on Sunday, in the Kung Fu corner of the public park in Kowloon.
HK harbour is at it's most impressive at night. We ended going back again and again to the Avenue of the stars, with it's famous names from Hong Kong cinema, and of course it's statue of Bruce Lee, Agnes distant cousin. In Kowloon they have a light show every evening from 8 to 8:20 p.m., synchronized with funky elevator music if you are early enough to get a place beside one of the speakers.
The Bin Man Hotel was recommended in the RG as a budget option in Causeway, on HK island. Right away we percieved it to a friendly place with it's all female staff (baby included) and a few fellow backpackers around. We were offered the best room in the house which was suitably dingy and noisy for 280 HKD (28 euro) a night. As time went on we noticed strange things like rooms being empty during the day with doors open, no fellow travellers visible and a healthy amount of hardcore porn fed into a certain TV
channel at various times of the day. Only when we were told on the full moon weekend that our room was reserved at 10:30 in the morning, but we could return the same day after 7:30 in the evening, did the penny drop - it was a love hotel! Clients being anyone from young couples still living seperately with their parents, to people having affairs and the odd mis-guided backpacker! Nevertheless, it proved convenient in the next episode of the HK experience, as it is 15 minute walk from St. Pauls hospital....
Started feeling bad on the Thursday before the long weekend and the few beers in Soho did not help. We thought it might have been the old tonsilitis from Yangshou acting up, so went up to St. Pauls hospital to see a doctor. He took a blood test and the next day I knew that at least I didn'y have malaria. A left them some urine this time and we were told to come back on Tuesday after the holiday. I didn't last that long because of my fever and shakes and on Monday morning I was told by my third doctor that I had an infection of the bladder/kidney and would be admitted immediately for antibiotic drip and tests to determine the cause - delighted to know my ailment and that I had finally reached the appropriate physician (Dr. Wong had been my first consultation - seriously!). Hospital was grand and clean, Agnes kept me supplied with food, drink and papers, had nice ward mate, called Eddie, who was quite dismayed when I suggested that he would have no prob finding work as a building services engineer "overseas" in Beijing. All tests came back negative and after only 4 nights I was out with a weeks course of antibiotics and a hefty bill for 2400 euro - thank God for travel insurance!
I thought that our dodgy accommodation might have had something to do with my health complications, so I suggested (or insisted, depending on your memory of events) a move up above the traffic and smog to the Mount Davis Hostel. Not a good choice, as it was filthy, musty, full of teenagers and inconvenient to get to. Anyway, we went to the other extreme and booked a suite in the 4 star Ramada hotel, in kennedy Town for 400 HKD a night .... pure luxury .....
As soon as I finished my Anti-biotics and was feeling right as feckin' rain, we headed straight for the typical ex-pat and tourist bar area known as Lang Kwai Fong, ordered a pitcher of margarita and followed that up with the happy hour carlsberg pints (20 HKD) that they serve in the Kavern until 10 p.m. The kidneys did what was asked of them and more, so twas time to hit the road again. Before the basic amenities of China though, we were gonna spoil ourselves for one more night in the old portuguese colony of Macau ......