Hong Kong: Lost in Translation

Overwhelmed by nerves I caught myself sitting at gate G7 asking myself why on earth I wanted to DO this. As I

am writing this blog my plane quietly (read: earplugs) finds its way through the clouds up in the
air away from the Netherlands. The flight went really smoothly, mainly due to the fact that I had a private screen filled with hundreds of movies and series. Hong Kong is my first destination and I will be wandering down the Chinese streets for three days. Luckily, my housemate Danielle taught me some essential Chinese lines to enlighten my stay there by anticipating appropriately on the Chinese culture. Armed with the sentences: ''Give me beer, quickly!'' and ''No picture, please!'' made me confident that I came well prepared for this trip. I arrived in Hong Kong at 07:20 local time (01:20

Netherlands) and was

feeling quite energetic. I took the train and airshuttle bus to my hostel. It was only a 50 meter walk from the bus stop to my hostel and yet many newly made Indian friends offered me special offers. After I checked-in I had to keep myself busy for 1.5 hours in order for my room to be cleaned. So I went for a walk downtown in Hong Kong. It is a very chaotic city with many, many, MANY Chinese people. Let's say I did not blend in AT ALL with the crowd. When I just sat on a bench to rest, random Chinese people set next to me to take my picture. Usually I am rather fond of the spotlights; but not when I'm freshly air-plane-traveled messed up! I had a lovely siesta for three hours and then I went out to go and visit the Peak in H.K. The Peak tram brings you steep over a hill to the highest point of Hong Kong, and then you are majorly rewarded with a KILLER VIEW. The huge, trendy, flashy sky scrapers made Hong Kong a dynamic and a very hip city to me. It's time for me to rest. Next update: Sydney!