Last month I began a trip (technically) around the world with the father. He had kindly agreed to bring me along with him to support Scotland in the Rugby World Cup, and who was I to argue? Our journey began with a quick stop in Hong Kong; a city of contrasts. The traditional juxtaposed with the ultra modern. Tiny dilapidated apartments squashed between shiny skyscrapers. Parks filled with tropical birds, sculptures and mazes, which you stumble upon as you make your way through the city centre.
We generally just attempted to immerse ourselves in everything possible, eating delicious food (avoiding the tasty eye sockets) and drinking jasmine tea in tiny restaurants surrounded by locals or joining the hoards of tourists on the cable car to the top of the peak. Most of our time was spent trying to replace the copious amounts of water we lost sweating in the crazy humidity, but we didn’t let that stop us exploring. We just ensured we detoured through a few air-conditioned buildings en route!
Unfortunately we only stayed two nights, and our time was cut even shorter by accidentally sleeping for 12 hours one night (damn you jetlag!) so we didn’t get to explore the city to the fullest extent. However, we crammed enough into our stay to ensure that it was an unforgettable experience.