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The Hong Kong Dream

Coffeecat
2005-12-24 22:27:26

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at 11:00 I would have been brushing my teeth, but here it seems to be just the beginning of the shopping hour! I walked up and down and around the night markets and was finally coaxed into buying a couple of cheap t-shirts. New clothes, a backpacking thrill!

The next
day started with a walk through the fishmarket. The bagged goldfish hung in the doorway of every shop on the block. I ended up studying the varieties a little more intensly than I had originally intended, as I hid from the intermitant showers that hit the streets at such a regular basis. In the beginning I said to myself that I'd wear my waterproof-but it was far too hot. I then said that getting wet wasn't such a big deal. I finally succumbed to buying a cheap umbrella to avoid being such a prune at my age.

I continued my walk in the direction of the waterfront passing shopping malls, the meat market, the clothing market, the junk market-absolutely everything. Thought it might be wise to refer to my map quickly, only to discover I had walked twice the intended distance and in the wrong direction! So much for my map reading skills. I managed to hop onto the metro to people watch in comfort. My immediate comparision for this mode of transport is the tube in London and it can only be said that there are certainly no similarities. The air conditioning was such a joy, and my amazement at watching people continue their phone conversations whilst we wizzed through the underground tunnels must have entertained others.

When I surfaced under the rainclouds again, I couldn't help but duck into a Starbucks for cover. Sipping my frappuccino I studied my book of what else I should be doing in this city at a leisurely pace. Shopping seems to dominate, and I had spent my budget on t-shirts so perhaps it's time for some dinner time noodles before heading home. If only I knew then how many noodle cups I would ...