1994 China – Part 1 Hong Kong

Ok, this post harkens from a long way back in my memory, so chances are it will be brief, and the recollections based almost entirely on photos from that trip. My parents and brother and I traveled to Hong Kong to visit my other brother who was attending school there.

Hong Kong was full of skyscrapers and neon and sounds and people. Out the windows of rows upon rows of high rises people hang laundry and caged finches which sing all day. Old men sat in parks and played games. Traders brought their wares to sell at large outdoor markets. Public transportation seemed very efficient – subways and taxis, and ferries through the harbor.


At my brother’s school it was quiet and lush and in the distance you could see pollution shrouded misty mountains all around. The ocean was beautiful to behold for this prairie girl. The constellations were different from those in our sky in Canada, but the moon was a comforting constant.


At some point we went traveled to Lantau Island on the ManKong ferry to visit the little fishing village of Tau O. There were tiny homes on stilts, and colourful wooden boats. The pace seemed slow. Dried fish and fresh seafood dominated the small market.