the last day

Ahoy,

Our final day on this trip came at once all too soon and yet it would never arrive. The giant buddha is near the airport and would take over an hour to get to. Though I'm sure there would be plenty of things to do on Lantau, I knew going there would be a whole day trip. Upon A's request for more shopping time (not mine), I decided it would be a better idea to go see the 10,000 buddhas because it is on Kowloon island thus allowing us time to do more things. We made the trip up and down the buddhas without needing to rush. There weren't signs, just vague instructions I had come across on the web, but it was fairly easy to find.

We headed back into the city because the RRS wanted to have a traditional British afternoon tea. At the Peninsula, we found a line with a wait of 3 hours or more, emphasis on the 'or more.' Skipping out on this wait, we found ourselves seated at the waterfront in the InterContinental. The view was extraordinary and wait was even better. Anybody who schleps across the Pacific Ocean to spend 3+ hours waiting in line is a sucker. Nothing that would go in my belly could possibly be worth waiting that long.

We skipped back across the bay to the Hong Kong side to go shopping, one of the RRS's favorite recreational activities. We even had time to catch the post before closing hour to mail some postcards home. After spending money, we returned to our neck of the woods for dinner and one final walk through the night markets. How fitting that our first activity in HK would also be our last activity. I fell asleep happy and content with all we had accomplished, and wistful of the tasty morsels I would be leaving behind. Though there were plenty of things we did not get to do, I was already planning our itenerary for our next trip to Hong Kong. And also, we had picked a flight home that would depart at a reasonable hour - so that was a load off. Life is so much easier when you are not trying to catch transportation at ungodly hours.

flightfully adrift,
jt