Heather's taste buds
I love Hong Kong ....
Posted October 06th, 2015
Ngo Tsui Aoi Hong Kong in cantonese means "I adore Hong Kong".
It is a sincere declaration of love for a city that has fascinated me since I was a little girl sitting on my Aunt Anita's lap, listening to her tell me about her travels to the charming and exotic Orient ...
HK does not have half-measures. Or you love it or you detest it.
The first major decision when you arrive here, is to decide on what side you want to be. The white Westerners love living on the island. Any other place is considered Mainand China and they look upon you and where you live with a snobbery only compared to how the French see the rest of the world. Me, being more snob than the snob, and my family, decided to live in Tsim Sha Tsui, where you can find anything from Chinese Tycoons (the new super wealthy), mixed in like a melting pot of races and ethnic groups. It seems like living in Chinatown in my beloved San Francisco or in a huge Suk, crowded day and night near Marrakech. On the island, you see businessmen in their double-breasted tailored suits, while here on the "mainland" you can also see fabulously coloured silks dresses, worn by women from Indian and Pakistan, witnessing their ways of selling and dealing everything immaginable. Certain side streets give you a whiff of sweat and odours of those who live thoroughly.
I have always suffered from agoraphobia and I have been petrified of coming into contact with people since I was little. Here is never happens. The first explanation is the absurd and unreal order everything is in, while roaming the chaotic overcrowded thoroughfare.
In Rome or Milan, buses and the subway were "off limits" for me. Here, I only move with the Star Ferry (a boat carrying passengers to & fro HK Island and Kowloon), or the MTR, (subway anyone)?! Even when they are jam packed with people, it is safe and clean. And, the fastest way to get around.
There is a surreal silence amongst the thousands, flocking every morning towards their offices and towards home in the evenings. Foreigners and Chinese, businessmen and workers, rich and the poor, you see them with their heads tilted down, in a trance with their electronic gadgets, reading emails, playing those ridiculous coloured ball games or trying out the newest Apple App. Nobody raises their voice, no fighting for a place to sit. Everyone, rigorously British, as you would in an old English Colony.
HK is at your service, for those who live here, day and night. The Post Office is open 7 days a week and you can pay any bill, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Where? Well, at 7eleven, a mini market, famous EVERYWHERE.
Banks are closed only on Sundays. Entering is not a "tour de force" where your enemy is the sliding door that obligates you to take off "anything" metallic that might be on you, including my 'goodluck' bracelet!
Also for this, Ngo Tsui Aoi Hong Kong.
I will be writing about this fascinating city of Hong Kong and what it has to offer regarding our favourite restaurants and exciting places to visit (children friendly, of course!!) ...