The journey to Hong Kong…3hour plane to Brisbane….wait for 7hours….9hour plane…we reached Hong Kong at 6am! Wow when we arrived we were tired but couldn’t check into our hostel until midday earliest. So we had a quick change of clothes and added lots more layers because it was 10degrees and felt freezing compared to what we had been used, then hit the town. We were staying in a really nice hotel in Mongkok on the main island, what the hell we thought, it’s our last two days, blow the budget!
We loved the feel of Hong Kong, its east meets west feel was nice, and we were enjoying a bit of Asian culture again, especially buying some street food at 8am and the men serving us were drinking cans of beer!
We walked around the town, saw over to Hong Kong island, although the day was very misty, we picked up some tourist leaflets and realised that today was the first day of Chinese new year, and over the next few days we had lots to celebrate. We watched a huge parade the first night, with several floats, dancers and music playing, it was really special and the atmosphere was brilliant. The next day we explored the city some more, going up to Victoria Peak on Hong Kong island where you’re meant to see amazing views over the city..we were in a giant cloud though so saw nothing! Then there were fireworks and all the buildings were lit up in the evening, Paul tried out his new pen which secretly films people, I don’t think the Chinese were fooled though!
Our last day we packed our bags for the last time, thank god! Then went to a huge market selling everything you could think of, and spent a couple hours walking around there – of course purchasing a fake Mulberry bag for £24, bargain! Then it was to the airport to begin our long and emotional journey home.