1:00 AM, September 19th, Dad and I boarded the Cathay 747 in San Francisco with sleepy steps but excited minds. We were embarking on a great adventure in a land thousands of miles away.
We received a taste - literally - of what was to come on the flight: Dad ordered seafood congee, a rice porridge, for breakfast. He was braver than his daughter!
15 hours on the plane dampened our enthusiasm for air travel, but not our eagerness as we arrived at 6 AM on the 20th. Hong Kong - the Pearl of the Orient.
My first impression? High rises. No, not your regular, 15 story, single block high rise, which bravely stands in the middle of other low rise apartments. Rows upon rows of 30 story blocks, endless numbers of apartments, humanity squashed into cinder blocks.
Amazing!
We took a taxi to our hotel, Booth Lodge, just off Nathan Lane on the Kowloon side. Now wide awake, we walked out of the hotel and saw Hong Kong as it awoke: children in uniforms going to school, merchants opening their shop doors, workers sweeping sidewalks. The heat, humidity and pollution didn't deter us from exploring our neighborhood. In a park we saw elderly people stretching and excercising. Busses and taxis roared down Nathan Lane.
We returned to the hotel for another breakfast - doesn't eating help overcome jet lag? My theory, anyway. The body needs fuel! We then decided to wait for Kathy, who joined us from Singapore in the early afternoon, and while waiting we enjoyed a buffet lunch at the hotel.
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