Aaaand we’re BACK! Frank and I spent the hottest time of the year in Hong Kong again because we are not smart people. This year, being both pregnant and sick, it turned out to be especially rough. But it was worth every minute. Every year we see a little bit more of the city that the internet says is a concrete jungle, which – also according to the internet – means:
An urban or other populated area containing a high density of buildings constructed of concrete or similar materials, especially one which lacks greenery and which seems unattractive, harsh, or unsafe.
Just like last year, we mainly stayed near Mong Kok – one of the most crowded places in Hong Kong. Walking down any street is a constant struggle of dodging slow old ladies, people distracted by their cell phones and sweaty men pushing carts with precariously stacked boxes full of stock for the local shops. There are many places in Hong Kong where you can’t see the sky unless you look straight up. It’s equally amazing and stifling.
Is it a concrete jungle? Yes, but a colourful one that I love for all its hustle and bustle. And Hong Kong is a small place, with plenty of nature, peace and even space to be found if you know where to look. But the city won’t let you forget that it’s there waiting for you, with its high-rise buildings poking into the sky in the distance and the faint buzz of traffic humming in your ears.
Need a little peace and quiet? Try Hong Kong Park, Chi Lin Nunnery or the Ten Thousand Buddhas Monastery, just to name a few. Or if you really want to get out of the city? Get on a ferry to watch the breathtaking Lamma Island sunset with an ice cold beer or a sweet, refreshing mocktail.
I miss Hong Kong already.