Hong Kong!!! Where were you our entire trip?! That’s right, waiting patiently for us with your big blue sky, puffy white clouds, hot hot heat, and mosquitoes the size of baseballs.
Now most people that go to Hong Kong probably have stories about shopping (I do have one of those) and the cityscape. I on the other hand had one shopping story that involved a sketchy drug like deal of an interaction in a crowded market, eight flights of narrow tiny stairs, and a closet full of purses. In retrospect the scene I was in could’ve been the climax of a movie when the girl gets taken and sold to the highest bidder, but at that moment I was blinded by the thought of getting a purse. The shit we think that matters at times boggles my mind.
Other than my purse story and love for the city, I had my mind blown by the subway (MTR). Now I am not sure if I was just getting on at the right stops or if I was just ruined from riding the MUNI and BART for years, but sweet lawd! The MTR was the cleanest subway I had ever experienced. I just don’t even understand, my mind is still blown. Everything was sparkly white, bright, and CLEAN! What!!!??! My brain couldn’t compute. I could’ve eaten off that floor (not that I would recommend it), seriously the place was spotless. I was so sad when I realized I would have to go back to SF and experience our urination smelling transit and seats with fecal matter on them.
Anyways…Hong Kong was rad. I loved it there and totally recommend not going in July when it’s hot a f*ck, the humidity is at an all time high, and the mosquitoes are out to play Dracula 24 hours a day. With that being said, the city is impressive both during the day and at night, the people are lovely, the food is good, you can shop ’til you drop, and the subway is a dream come true.