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Where to start...

It's now the close of Day 3 of my Great Adventure.  As I type, I'm looking out of my hotel window across the wide sweep of the western channel of the Hong Kong Sea.  The sun has just set over the distant islands and the hills of mainland China.  Container ships and ferries are still plying the waters...

My dear truckshunters...I don't know how best to tell you about my grandest tour as it unfolds.  Already, I'm fairly sure I won't have time each day to write my normal, verbose posting for you.  I'm really sorry about that - but there's simply too much to see and to do.  My mind is still reeling from the sensory overload that is Hong Kong...

Day 1 didn't really start until my flight left Heathrow at 2300 on Saturday night.  The time difference is unsettling - so I did what I do on flights to France; as soon as the undercarriage was lifted, I set my watch to the time at my destination - 0600.

Which means that, by the time we landed here after a 12-hour flight, it was already 1800 on Sunday evening.  I'd managed to sleep for a couple of hours, and also watched Virgin's featured film - The Place Beyond The Pines, a peculiarly unsatisfactory presentation for a chap as exited as I was.

So it was already the close of Day 2 when I got here.

And already comes the problem...

I could carry on typing for hours about the adventures and sensations and encounters I've already had - but that would prevent me from having any more!  So instead, I've decided that - at least for the moment - some of the photographs I've taken will have to tell the story for me...
 The aircraft that brought me to Hong Kong.
I photographed it because Paul asked me to...

 
 The view from my hotel bedroom window this morning...

 Inside the ancient 'hidden village' of Pok Fu Lam, across the road from the hotel...

 An alleyway in the village

Mr Chan at one of the Buddhist shrines in the village

The incongruous, colonial-era statue of Sir Thomas Jackson, Bart


Hong Kong!

A tram/car collision; I saw another an hour later 

 
 A queue of lovely old Hong Kong trams held up by the collision

 In Gresson Street market, where I bought some shoe-laces - don't ask

 Gresson Street

 The second collision

 The Peak Tram - built in 1888

 The city from The Peak

 The bus stops outside the hotel

 The village over the road preparing for the Autumn Festival

 The hotel entrance

Sunset over the western channel...
Distance travelled so far....
6,270 miles / 10,091 kilometres 

Watch this space....

1 comment:

Nev said...

Best wishes for your Grand Tour!