My flight is delayed in Hong Kong by two hours, so you get a blog! With videos, and everything! I'm not really as enthusiastic about my delayed flight as I sound! In fact, I haven't slept in almost 30 hours!
Okay, I'm done with that.
Hong Kong is fucking spectacular. The worth of my money is much less here, sadly, and so, today has been a very, very expensive day. I think I just spent two weeks worth of money in India in one afternoon. That's why god created credit cards, right?
I finished my day in Mumbai, and I literally spent the entire day eating. I don't even know why I did it; I wasn't hungry. I just had an unending craving for street food, which is probably why my stomach is like "Rawr, what did you do to me?" right now. The amount of food I've consumed lately (ie: within the last week) might account for how fat I've been feeling. I think I've grown sideways a bit. Either that, or my stomach is just super bloated. I still think it's fat, and I dread to weigh myself when I get home (which I invariably will be doing within the hour of arriving in a house with a scale)
I got into a dreadful argument with a taxi driver, because I took a taxi from Churchgate to Crawford Market, and he wanted to charge me 50R, but I made him use the metre, and so he took me on this massive round-about route that involved sitting in traffic, and eventually I tossed the change from my pocket at him and got out. I short-changed him, but I knew if I handed him a 100R note, I'd never see the change from it. So I got out and walked away to a taxi driver screaming at me to get back there and pay the remainder of the fee. I hid in a park for a bit with my book, in case the driver had followed me, and when I was positive I'd lost him, I gave up my venture to go to Crawford Market and I headed back towards Colaba, which is where I was staying.
I haven't gone to bed yet - though I did pass out on the plane for a few hours. Getting into Hong Kong was no hassle, and I went through immigration to go explore the city for the day. Hong Kong is AWESOME!
Everything is clean, people speak English (for the most part), money has real value - which is good and bad - there isn't Indian men urinating everywhere, and there were hardly any touts. Although, a man did follow me for a while telling me he could find me a good tailor. What was he trying to insinuate? ...I took the MTR airport express into Kowloon station, and took a bus from there to Ocean Terminal, which is the location of a SuperDry store!
Yes, I went on an adventure that led me across Hong Kong, just so I could buy three hoodies. You don't understand, they really are that good. While I was shopping, I chatted with a British pilot, who told me if I only had an hour or two left before I had to return to the airport, that I should take the ferry for $2HK to the actual island of Hong Kong, and go grab a coffee and walk around and then come back. He said the views of the cityline were pretty decent that way, and it was a pleasant day and a pleasant way to kill some time.
So I did just that, and he was right; it was a pretty nice way to kill my afternoon. I took the ferry across, and then went to a buffet-style lunch on the top of a roof, which was tasty (I love food) ...but the main dish was ham, and I think the vegetables were cooked with the ham also. A little while after I ate my food, I could taste ham on my breath and my tummy was a bit upset. Silly meats, hiding in my foods. It tasted good, but my body isn't really used to meat proteins anymore.
I, of course, went to Starbucks - steamed almond soy milk. Asia, I think I love you.
After that, I wandered aimlessly for a bit, in the attempt to find a souvenir, but I didn't find anything appropriately asian enough for me, so I headed back. On the ferry back, some older Asian women were taking photos, and I stepped out of the way to let them get a better view from the ferry, and one of the women grabbed me by the arm and smiled, and dragged me into the photo too. I couldn't help but laugh; the woman taking the photo was moving the camera around like you would airplane a child's food into its mouth. What on earth are you doing with your camera, crazy Asian lady? After that photo was taken, they swapped, and posed for another photo. Neither one of them spoke any English, and they chattered at each other and at me, and then went to find their seats on the ferry. I took it all in stride; there's no accounting for middle-aged Asian women.
I've done some more shopping at the duty free, and I'm bringing some scotch home (mm, scotch). Now, I'm laying on the floor of the airport, waiting for my flight, which is delayed by two hours due to an aircraft change, and I'm wishing I had known in advance, because I wanted to go to the Peak in Hong Kong, and I didn't have enough time to. If I knew I was going to have an extra two hours to kill, I would have had time.
I love Hong Kong - my brief five hour visit isn't nearly enough. I had already made mental plans to come to China for Chinese New Year maybe next year, or the one after, but I think I'll start with Hong Kong. Seriously, it's almost like being home here. Evergreens on the mountains, tall skyscrapers, and Asians everywhere. It's just like home.
Now, here's a backlog of videos from the last few weeks: Enjoy!
Okay, I'm done with that.
Hong Kong is fucking spectacular. The worth of my money is much less here, sadly, and so, today has been a very, very expensive day. I think I just spent two weeks worth of money in India in one afternoon. That's why god created credit cards, right?
I finished my day in Mumbai, and I literally spent the entire day eating. I don't even know why I did it; I wasn't hungry. I just had an unending craving for street food, which is probably why my stomach is like "Rawr, what did you do to me?" right now. The amount of food I've consumed lately (ie: within the last week) might account for how fat I've been feeling. I think I've grown sideways a bit. Either that, or my stomach is just super bloated. I still think it's fat, and I dread to weigh myself when I get home (which I invariably will be doing within the hour of arriving in a house with a scale)
I got into a dreadful argument with a taxi driver, because I took a taxi from Churchgate to Crawford Market, and he wanted to charge me 50R, but I made him use the metre, and so he took me on this massive round-about route that involved sitting in traffic, and eventually I tossed the change from my pocket at him and got out. I short-changed him, but I knew if I handed him a 100R note, I'd never see the change from it. So I got out and walked away to a taxi driver screaming at me to get back there and pay the remainder of the fee. I hid in a park for a bit with my book, in case the driver had followed me, and when I was positive I'd lost him, I gave up my venture to go to Crawford Market and I headed back towards Colaba, which is where I was staying.
I haven't gone to bed yet - though I did pass out on the plane for a few hours. Getting into Hong Kong was no hassle, and I went through immigration to go explore the city for the day. Hong Kong is AWESOME!
Everything is clean, people speak English (for the most part), money has real value - which is good and bad - there isn't Indian men urinating everywhere, and there were hardly any touts. Although, a man did follow me for a while telling me he could find me a good tailor. What was he trying to insinuate? ...I took the MTR airport express into Kowloon station, and took a bus from there to Ocean Terminal, which is the location of a SuperDry store!
Yes, I went on an adventure that led me across Hong Kong, just so I could buy three hoodies. You don't understand, they really are that good. While I was shopping, I chatted with a British pilot, who told me if I only had an hour or two left before I had to return to the airport, that I should take the ferry for $2HK to the actual island of Hong Kong, and go grab a coffee and walk around and then come back. He said the views of the cityline were pretty decent that way, and it was a pleasant day and a pleasant way to kill some time.
So I did just that, and he was right; it was a pretty nice way to kill my afternoon. I took the ferry across, and then went to a buffet-style lunch on the top of a roof, which was tasty (I love food) ...but the main dish was ham, and I think the vegetables were cooked with the ham also. A little while after I ate my food, I could taste ham on my breath and my tummy was a bit upset. Silly meats, hiding in my foods. It tasted good, but my body isn't really used to meat proteins anymore.
I, of course, went to Starbucks - steamed almond soy milk. Asia, I think I love you.
After that, I wandered aimlessly for a bit, in the attempt to find a souvenir, but I didn't find anything appropriately asian enough for me, so I headed back. On the ferry back, some older Asian women were taking photos, and I stepped out of the way to let them get a better view from the ferry, and one of the women grabbed me by the arm and smiled, and dragged me into the photo too. I couldn't help but laugh; the woman taking the photo was moving the camera around like you would airplane a child's food into its mouth. What on earth are you doing with your camera, crazy Asian lady? After that photo was taken, they swapped, and posed for another photo. Neither one of them spoke any English, and they chattered at each other and at me, and then went to find their seats on the ferry. I took it all in stride; there's no accounting for middle-aged Asian women.
I've done some more shopping at the duty free, and I'm bringing some scotch home (mm, scotch). Now, I'm laying on the floor of the airport, waiting for my flight, which is delayed by two hours due to an aircraft change, and I'm wishing I had known in advance, because I wanted to go to the Peak in Hong Kong, and I didn't have enough time to. If I knew I was going to have an extra two hours to kill, I would have had time.
I love Hong Kong - my brief five hour visit isn't nearly enough. I had already made mental plans to come to China for Chinese New Year maybe next year, or the one after, but I think I'll start with Hong Kong. Seriously, it's almost like being home here. Evergreens on the mountains, tall skyscrapers, and Asians everywhere. It's just like home.
Now, here's a backlog of videos from the last few weeks: Enjoy!
Some random ones from Arambol:
This is a series of little videos I took paragliding: Sorry Trish!
A two part video from the Gateway of India: My memory filled up in the middle of the video. I realized after the fact that I missed a part in the story I was telling. I took a tip from Trish, and told the man I'm talking about in the video that he could only take my photo if he gave me 100 rupees. Then he walked away. I forgot to retell the bit about the money.
And finally, HONG KONG!
Note: Don't for a minute think the irregular spacing between the videos are my doing. I have them edited and spaced perfectly; blogger is being a dick. And it drives me crazy.
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