There is no direct flight from Dhaka to SFO which means we had to stop at either Singapore or Hongkong, just two of our options before flying back home. The last time we chose Singapore and stayed 3 days to have a post-Bangladesh-vacation vacation. This time it's Hongkong's turn. BUT we couldn't stay. Not a single day. We already had a week in India prior to the 3 weeks in Bangla, so no, we couldn't stay a single day.
We did have 6 hours of layover though. And we could do a lot of things in 6 hours, considering Hongkong is quite small.
Nope this wasn't my first time to step into HK. I've had two connecting flights thru HK before; but this would be the first time I'm coming out of the airport to see the island.
We've mapped out a plan to see as much as we can while doing the city bus tour. From the airport we took the speed rail and stopped at Central Pier. There was a bus leaving as we were coming, so we had to wait for the next one. Nope it wasn't a long wait.
Round-trip ticket is expensive, I thought.
Not a speedy train can prevent me from drive by shooting.
Very nice ticket seller.
The bus arrived and it was just me and the hubby and three other people. All of us opted to sit on the upper deck - despite the hot weather.
As the bus traversed the busy streets of Hongkong, I did my best to capture everything that interested me in the passing scenery - which to be honest all of them. New city, new experience, all interesting.
From my perch at the top of the double-deck bus, I could feel the friendly vibe of the city. I loved the smell of the city, the cosmopolitan feel of the high rise buildings, the chaos of the people everywhere (there is a lot of people, can easily beat Bangladesh IMHO). The city just spoke to me. I was joyful as I sat on my chair trying to find the familiar in this new city I'm experiencing. I know I was smiling like a fool; but I didn't care.
We wanted to stop and ride up the Victoria Peak (as part of the ticket we paid for the tour bus), but we saw how long the line was as it snaked up and down the street. Skipping it was the only option, we just didn't have time to wait in line knowing our time in the city was ticking. So we stayed in the bus and let it take us to where it's supposed to go.
I thought the tour ended too soon, but it's a small city. I was also getting worried that we might miss our flight. I worry like that. I'm the type of person who comes in 4 hours early for a flight, just in case something would come up.
Before we went back to the airport after the sightseeing, we headed to a Starbucks and gotten a frappuccino. We were without "good" coffee for a month. Both India and Bangladesh are tea drinking countries and although we bought our own ground coffee beans to drink (my in-laws only drink tea), our bodies were craving some Starbucks - who would have thought?
Walking around the mall and sipping our fraps we stumbled upon this little eatery also inside the mall that has a few youngsters eating. We browsed at the menu and we thought we'd have "real" Chinese food. We ordered dimsum and a bowl of beef noodles to share. They were delicious. Except that we found out as we finished our meal that we were eating at a Taiwanese restaurant. Same difference?
And so our very brief flirtation with Hongkong ended. I pray that I'd be able to return for a longer visit and possibly eat "real" authentic Chinese food, whatever that means.
That's our plane taxi-ing.
Thank you Hongkong. Until we meet again!
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