The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page. – Saint Augustine.
This time last year I was madly cramming for exams, binge eating on maccas, and at the same time preparing for my upcoming Europe adventure! I am so fortunate to be travelling again.
So the last post I mentioned mal de debarquement – that rocking feeling which continues once you’ve stepped off a boat. I’ll come to that shortly.
1.11.15 – what an adventurous day! The feeling of bliss which comes with the freedom of doing what you want when you want. The wondrous awe which stems from the sights of the unfamiliar. On this beautifully sunny day, with skies as clear as you can ask for in Hong Kong, I took the ferry over to Kowloon, a short 20 minute ride. Not only did I choose a perfect day weather wise, but I just happened to run into a cultural festival while I was there which was filled with traditional dancers from all over Asia! And there was even an indigenous group from Australia.
I strolled through stalls which displayed traditional garments of Sri Lanka, Thai fruit carving, Indian henna painting, Malaysian tourism information and hand crafted artefacts from South Asia.
I wandered between the three stages, which displayed performances of singing, dancing and martial arts.
After indulging in the local delights and feeling rather cultured, I continued on to explore the waterfront of Kowloon. The view of the Hong Kong skyline was beautiful. I walked up to a viewing deck and decided to be an extreme tourist and check out the map I had picked up. NB: It is totally unnecessary to use a map in Kowloon. I then sat on a bench for ten minutes making futile attempts to fold the map back up – the whole time being watched by a very intrigued local. After embarrassing myself for long enough I finally got the map away. Apologies to those who have read this far for that riveting albeit superfluous detail.
Next on the list was the perfectly timed sunset sailing.
Here, I treated myself to a 45 minutes sail along Victoria Harbour with a beer included. Why not? The 5:30 pm journey saw me through a beautiful sunset and then the exciting night lights. I couldn’t have timed it better.
After this, with help from locals I managed to catch the correct bus back to the apartment and crawl into bed only to continue sailing the sea for the rest of the night.