Hong Kong, finally, after years of thinking of you, I’m here, to walk your fantastic streets, amongst your people, to see you with my own eyes.
I felt like a small boy, off to his first amusement park. It is weird for me to feel this way as I rarely get so excited about cities. Hong Kong for me was always a name that was almost magical. That British-Chinese city in the far east. The melting point of civilizations. And I was not disappointed.
We landed here at night. Taking the Airport express we emerged from a tunnel to view the towers of light set against the dark sky. It was like I was riding on a Metro in the middle of a Manga film.
I still get excited as soon as I leave the hotel room, which is on the 19 floor.
I am going back into those streets now. Ill write more about the magic I have found here after we leave.