Monday, October 13, 2008

Melissa's Asian Adventure (Part 2 - Hong Kong)






I arrived in Hong Kong Friday night after a very lovely flight on Singapore Air - one of the nicest airlines I've ever traveled. Now SARs is still alive and well here in China. When you go through customs you need to go through a temperature check and many people are wearing masks. My temperature was normal so I proceeded to the money exchange. The lady asked and do you want a return (round trip) ticket for the airport express. I said, naturally, I don't know do I? In fact I did, so I was off to the train. I learned it's much cheaper and easier if you don't speak Chinese/Cantonese to take public transport. It's only about $70 ($10 usd) to get to and from the airport. The dollar is about 7 to one. I am getting a lot of use out of my 7 multiplication tables. Dinner should be about $300 that takes a little getting used too!
When I got to the hotel, it was dark and late so I went to bed. The sun woke me early and out of my floor to ceiling wall of windows on the 37 floor (one perk of traveling so much) I got my first glimpse of HK Island. WOW! This place makes NYC look like a small town. Hong Kong is a region made up of several islands. HK Island, Lantau, the New Territories (Kowloon), and a little Island that's how to Disney Land.
I wasn't completely unprepared for my first trip to China. I had been corresponding quite frequently with the concierge at the hotel so had a good itinerary laid out. I set off to do a self guide walking tour of HK Island. The city is steep! Much more so than San Francisco. Most streets even have steps on them. And there is a cross city outdoor escalator that runs above the street and takes you completely across the city from the low end to the high. There were people everywhere!
On Sunday I took the train, then the bus to Lantau Island to Po Lin Monastery. Home to the largest outdoor, seated, bronze Buddha in the world. I am not sure why it needs all of those qualifiers, I can't imagine there's a taller Buddha of any kind or indoors! I need to read a little more about this place because all of the signs and reading material was in Chinese. All I can say is that it was an intense and beautiful place. People were holding burning incense, bowing and praying. There was a temple structure with a fire burning and people were placing bags of folded paper inside. My dad probably knows why. If he reads this, he should post a comment and let us all know.
Anyway, so I took the bus to the monastery. Why the bus? Well when I got off the train people split in two directions. The white people went to the scenic cable car terminal and the Asian people went to the bus terminal. I followed them (although the agreed upon plan with the concierge had me going the other way).
The bus ride was an adventure!! We wound up a very steep mountain at high speeds on a one lane road meant for two way traffic. The locals even shrieked every once in a while. The scenery was the amazing Chinese countryside - mountains, lakes, and waterfalls all on the edge of the ocean.
So I figured that after spending the weekend in HK, I was now an expert and I could easily find my way to the offices for my meetings. Well, I got there, but it was an adventure.
First, maps are NOT drawn to scale and it is HOT. A nice local man walked me to the train station. It should be noted that I was on the right track it was just a lot further than the 500 m the map said. He was very nice, but a fast walker and only spoke chinese so I was speaking english and him chinese, running down the street. Me in a suit and him in running gear. Thank goodness I changed to flats at the last minute. Then two trains later and another 500m (read, more like 2km). I arrived at the address - I think. The address is written on the building in Chinese. So I walked up to the office and as I looked in there was a table set up with a white table cloth incense burning and fruit everywhere. The building name was all in chinese so I looked down at my map to the left and to the right. I had no choice but to go in and ask for help. It's a good thing I did, because I was in the right place. Oh no if it was this difficult to determine the right building, how hard would it be to have a conversation! But then the executive came down to meet me and it was a true "ahhhh" moment with a halo of light around her. She was Scottish! (Yes, I am that good at differentiating white people now... jk, I read her bio).

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

The folded paper is "hell money" that is being burned for dead ancestors to help them in the afterlife. I guess the bigger the bag of paper, the naughtier that ancestor must have been :-)
--I figured you might be waiting a long time if you expected Dad to get on the computer and "blog back!"

-Jeanna

Anonymous said...

Liss,
You are absolutely nuts...those local buses are always falling off the narrow road and sliding down the cliff in a fiery ball of wreckage. Speaking of flames...toss as much paper with my name on it into Budda's "hell money" oven...I'm covering all bets in the afterlife...insurance for walking the wild side most of my adult life. I'll donate to Sean's "Mo" fund to help compensate. STAY SAFE...Bing