On the top ten list of FREE things to do in Hong Kong (a list of which I googled because the Internet is never wrong and never lies) is a visit to The Peak.
However, this is only free is you live walking distance and have a healthy appetite for hiking (perhaps an exaggeration - let's call it strenuous uphill walking) or have the ability of flight. Otherwise, if you're like me and are unwilling to queue for hours only to pay an extortionate fee in order to ride the traditional old time tram experience to the top, there is a perfectly adequate public bus from just outside the Star Ferry terminal in central (Pier 6) that cost less than 80p ($10 HKD).
So, being that we lived Kowloon side we also combined our hilltop outing to the roof of Hong Kong with yet another top ten (so cheap it's almost) free experience and embarked upon the 20p Star Ferry journey (a personal pleasure and a more pleasing bargain - perhaps I was a stingy sailor or miserly fish in another life) to Central where we aligned for the bus service to The Peak. En route we sipped at Skol's finest tin cans, taking in the ever increasing lofty view from the top deck, roaming along the twisty hillside road -although not a short journey still a good bet that it's quicker than queuing for the tram and allows you the much needed time you need to elevate to the next level on whatever new game you've become unceasingly obsessed with. And in technological Hong Kong you are never alone in this socially acceptable antisocial act. Fact.
Anyway, so far, that's a grand total of less than £1 spent (except for the beers but shhh) and about as free as stuff gets in Hong Kong. The views from both are certainly worth the splurge if it's a clear day, and if it's not such a fine afternoon buy more beers.
The ferry ride is short but sweet, but don't expect it to be as impressive in the opposite direction, it's not. But if you like boats, or want to travel cross harbour on top of the water rather than under it then it's not a bad bet. Swimming is not advised...unless someone bets you a handsome sum of money, then I'd say it's worth a go but don't expect to ever be the same colour ever again.
Getting from A to B by boat, in a city, has to be up there on the (top ten) list of pros for living in Hong Kong. Albeit there aren't many B's but I suppose another pro (also top ten) is that the vast majority of the few B's are islands that don't feel anything like the city and there's nothing quite like hopping on a ferry for half an hour to a quiet village to make you forget that 30 minutes ago you were in one of the busiest places in the world. Even typing it sends shivers of suffocating claustrophobia down my unnerved spine and I'm shuddering at the traumatic flashbacks of the height of humid hustling Summer...sweaty smelly strangers. I do like alliteration.
Sadly, you cant catch a boat all the way to the top of The Peak, that would be something special they should look into. I might even queue and pay top dollar for that sort of service - maybe.
Once at the summit, forget heading to the overcrowded main viewing platform. Instead, plan ahead, avoid spending money on overpriced dining and buy enough cans from the kiosk at the Star Ferry port (that way not only do you have a nice cold beverage for the bus journey but some warm ones for the too too). Inside the shopping complex - where chumps pay and queue (apparently I dislike this scenario more than I previously realised) for the FREE view - head out through a more discreet side door to a small deserted viewing terrace. Hardly anyone seems to chose this latter option, opting not to think for themselves but abidingly follow the signs directing them to the paid entrance. This is not a pleasant experience, you will spend an age trying to jostle your way through mainland tourists who enjoy having a full blown photo shoot against the infamous Hong Kong skyline backdrop. There is nothing to be gained from the extra escalator's elevation apart from mild irritation and frustrating annoyance. I know this because we were those chumps who thought there might be something special up there...but we were also the champs who discovered the until now undisclosed secret balcony.
If timed correctly, you can while away some time watching the city descend into evening as the lights of all the sky scrapers begin to illuminate the darkening dense metropolis below you. Witnessing the view in both it's day and night time glory is really getting your monies worth. Apparently this is becoming an important factor in almost all I do - do not take me to an all you can eat buffet, I may never leave out of principle.
After you're over staring at the concrete jungle you can end the now slightly tipsy excursion with an evening descent on foot through the surrounding dense greenery, along the path leading down to Central. You emerge just around the corner from Wyndham Street and Lan Kwai Fong, nicely located for a well deserved couple of drinks during happy hour. This final reward is sadly not for free...but when you've had such a cheap day, why not end it on a different kind of high? Highly priced beer.
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Showing posts with label expat life. Show all posts
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Thursday, 7 March 2013
Tuesday, 5 March 2013
Mmmmmmmeal for One
Park n Shop is one of many supermarkets in Hong Kong and I generally would do my food shopping either there - or Wellcome (but if I had my way and a big enough bank account and lived close enough I'd want to do all my shopping at the Great Food Hall in Pacific Place - it's a food palace).
On one of my first trips to the store in the shopping mall where I worked in Home World of Whampoa Gardens (there are no gardens - it's a lie), Hung Hom, I was perusing the meat aisle when I came across the Hong Kong version of a pre-packed meal for one. There were a few options: diced pork with vegetables, fish head and veg or chicken feet and veg...mmmmmmm yummy. "Where's the cereal? I've seen enough."
On one of my first trips to the store in the shopping mall where I worked in Home World of Whampoa Gardens (there are no gardens - it's a lie), Hung Hom, I was perusing the meat aisle when I came across the Hong Kong version of a pre-packed meal for one. There were a few options: diced pork with vegetables, fish head and veg or chicken feet and veg...mmmmmmm yummy. "Where's the cereal? I've seen enough."
Thursday, 17 January 2013
A Night at the Races
My first Wednesday evening in Hong Kong was possibly the most exciting experience I'd had in the city - after seeing a young local wearing a t-shirt that read "Blaenavon".
We went to Happy Valley Racecourse. I'd never been to any kind of races before, in fact I'd never been to an actual proper sporting venue to witness a proper sporting event, live with my very own eyes, sitting in the stands and everything...except school sports day, but there were no stands there, just the grassy floor; maybe if you were allowed to bet at sports days they'd be more fun? Watching others race and placing extremely small amounts of money on them to win or place is genuinely exhilarating, and far better than doing any kind of racing yourself. Maybe it's because they're a different species with tiny little men sitting on them which makes it more entertaining? And that it doesn't last as long as that big one on the tele...the grand national...never interested me before, I'd give it a watch now but only after placing some strategical bets.
The race is over in a minute, a perfect duration of time...there is no danger of boredom. Although you may miss the final furlong if you blink.
Also, you can buy big jugs of beer and giant hot dogs, and not just crappy fair ground hot dogs with sloppy onions on, oh no no no! Gourmet hot dogs with feta and salad. The beer is in plastic cups though so that keeps you nicely grounded, you haven't made it to the top yet.
We did pretty well that night and won enough to have made our evening a free night. And whether it's because I have a potentially dangerous like of gambling or that it's just genuinely a fine way to spend a Wednesday night, Happy Valley remains one of my favourite places to be for middle of the working week kicks.
We went to Happy Valley Racecourse. I'd never been to any kind of races before, in fact I'd never been to an actual proper sporting venue to witness a proper sporting event, live with my very own eyes, sitting in the stands and everything...except school sports day, but there were no stands there, just the grassy floor; maybe if you were allowed to bet at sports days they'd be more fun? Watching others race and placing extremely small amounts of money on them to win or place is genuinely exhilarating, and far better than doing any kind of racing yourself. Maybe it's because they're a different species with tiny little men sitting on them which makes it more entertaining? And that it doesn't last as long as that big one on the tele...the grand national...never interested me before, I'd give it a watch now but only after placing some strategical bets.
The race is over in a minute, a perfect duration of time...there is no danger of boredom. Although you may miss the final furlong if you blink.
Also, you can buy big jugs of beer and giant hot dogs, and not just crappy fair ground hot dogs with sloppy onions on, oh no no no! Gourmet hot dogs with feta and salad. The beer is in plastic cups though so that keeps you nicely grounded, you haven't made it to the top yet.
We did pretty well that night and won enough to have made our evening a free night. And whether it's because I have a potentially dangerous like of gambling or that it's just genuinely a fine way to spend a Wednesday night, Happy Valley remains one of my favourite places to be for middle of the working week kicks.
Monday, 14 January 2013
Signs to Blow your Mind
Overhead signage. Not a street in the city where advertising isn't trying to sell someone something. One of the most noticeable differences about city life, heavily overbearing signs hanging above your head as you walk down the pavement, a suspended ceiling of metal, wires and lit up plastic.
The photos taken at night are from Nathan Road, Tsim Sha Tsui, Kowloon. As for the two day time shots, I'm not entirely sure but I have a vague recollection that they are from Kennedy Town, West of Central on Hong Kong Island.
The photos taken at night are from Nathan Road, Tsim Sha Tsui, Kowloon. As for the two day time shots, I'm not entirely sure but I have a vague recollection that they are from Kennedy Town, West of Central on Hong Kong Island.
The First Time I Ate Dim Sum
So this is one of my first dining experiences I had in Hong Kong. The name of the restaurant was Pancake Colours, in Mong Kok.
We had been bimbling around the humid hectic streets, sweating and hungry, for some time and it had just started to rain. With no umbrella we tucked into the lobby of one of the many gigantic buildings that has an escalator leading to floor after floor of mazes of tiny chaotic shops, full of masses of cheap clothing and jewellery and hello kitty paraphernalia and copious phone covers and mobile accessories. Amongst the bric a brac, knick knacks and endless clutter, you can often find restaurants.
Pancake Colours offered me my first taste of dim sum. We had dumplings, rice noodle rolls and duck all with soy sauce. I also tasted my first lemon tea, a beverage I have every time I visit a Chinese restaurant, only now I tend to get it iced rather than hot as they give you a cup of bottomless hot tea or hot water for free anyway.
At this time I was absolutely terrible at using chop sticks. A lot of my food touched the table top before finally making it into my mouth. Still tasted good though.
We had been bimbling around the humid hectic streets, sweating and hungry, for some time and it had just started to rain. With no umbrella we tucked into the lobby of one of the many gigantic buildings that has an escalator leading to floor after floor of mazes of tiny chaotic shops, full of masses of cheap clothing and jewellery and hello kitty paraphernalia and copious phone covers and mobile accessories. Amongst the bric a brac, knick knacks and endless clutter, you can often find restaurants.
Pancake Colours offered me my first taste of dim sum. We had dumplings, rice noodle rolls and duck all with soy sauce. I also tasted my first lemon tea, a beverage I have every time I visit a Chinese restaurant, only now I tend to get it iced rather than hot as they give you a cup of bottomless hot tea or hot water for free anyway.
At this time I was absolutely terrible at using chop sticks. A lot of my food touched the table top before finally making it into my mouth. Still tasted good though.
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