I am terribly behind other regions in the reports. Our Hong Kong week is again two weeks back heavily overlaid by new Chinaeindruecken and the expectations of things to come. Double brain effort is the price of laziness.
We flew to Hong Kong over Night and had to stop by the intervention that we are not far apart from the cockpit. Because it does not help on long-haul, just early enough to be at the airport. The seating arrangement is made for days before. And if one has no common name and not posted on a joint ticket, they put up somewhere. But who'll get the Fensterplaetze? Surely only those who pull the curtain and go to sleep! Strange system. We sat in the middle of the aircraft and Jeremy has very, very much suffered. We arrived exhausted at, but that's to fix with a bit of sleep. The Wagerl has suffered more. At first glance it is not struck us, but it tweaks now often the children of the linkage left and right. We have tried a repair, but nothing was really satisfactory. One can almost rely on it, something that the airlines ruined by baggage handling. Our Fiji umbrella was to throw it away.
We had organized the first two nights for a coach and a very nice place serving host (a young successful designer watches for display) picked us up by car from the subway station and went home. It was a long way in the New Territories Terre on the motorway. Hong Kong consists not only of the actual island of Hong Kong but also about many other islands and a huge big piece of the peninsula. Although Hong Kong now has for 10 years, China heard it is still almost a different world. Other currency, other immigration control, passport and visa control the direction of China and just about a different culture. The Hong Kong Chinese feel independent as before. Our host lives but in a very modern building, huge high, huge clean and well guarded, riesigluxurioes but still a relatively small living space. Our room was the place in the dining hall = = = kitchen living room. There they have set for ourselves before the big-screen TV mattresses on the floor. Went out to grad for a double bed.
The young couple had a 3 year old son. This means toys. And someone to play with. But somehow it was quite a lot of squabbling. He was not sharing it used to, our fellows a bit overwrought.
lives addition to the bargain then a Dienstmaedchen of the Philippines in the apartment. She sleeps in the room of the boys, cooking and washing, takes care of lost children and is usually barely visible. Six days a week. Earlier, she worked in Singapore, seven days a week. Here in Hong Kong, it says it is better.
Sunday is so free and the spuehrt you on the streets. Suddenly they are full of Dienstmaedchen. For every man I see I begegenet women ninth It is found in communities from the Philippines and Indonesia. The mood is bubbly, they picnic on the sidewalk (on plastic film) and storm the park.
after two nights with our generous hosts, we have built a as possible cheap accommodation in Hong Kong looking for. In one of those old high pick Eaters, who were already there when Jeremy was 20 years ago as last. You drive up the lift, go with gray, lifeless gears, passing many gray inanimate doors, no name, no Tuermatte or sign of life. Yet hidden in the narrow corridors of shops and doctors and public institutions that provide access to only those in the know.
Probably the infrastructure for the less wealthy. Because what is offered below on the street is very expensive. Hong Kong is more expensive than Europe.
rahr space in Hong Kong and yet it was not so bad as announced in the guide books, that one by the bed just the suitcase upright into the room brings. We had at least three beds in the room next to it even a meter square. And there was also a box, but the opener, we could not, the third bed was on the road. But we could put on it things, and that's also what ever. In any case, no room in which one voluntarily does more than just to spend the night. So
spend our time in the Haeuserschluchten. And they are impressive. Hong Kong is a strange mixture of absolutely futuristic city where you all day do not have to take to the streets, up from a shopping mall in the other move underground and glass transitions, escalators up and down, with glass elevators to the upper floors to Dine and entertainers associated with U-Bahn, all affordable to the Octopus card, plastic money in the city. And on the other side now and then still the old, the Starfaehre, the dirt-cheap connects the island to the mainland, as Jeremy has already experienced 20 years ago, only now she drives a bit shorter. It was built to be a bit more land would subtract the surplus to more skyscrapers on it. Or the double-decker trams. Ancient cheaper than the subway, wonderfully nostalgic, just fits into the Wagerl not. The double-decker buses have so inspired Quentin for his first multi-syllabic word "Dablabas. When he saw the tram, he was completely off my feet and muttered only "Dablabas tuetuet" or "Tuetuet dablabas" very excited until he finally decided, the new means simply "Dablatuetuet" to name. "Tuetuet" is his term for trains, tracks, cars and generally all of the great family of rail-like. Following the terminology of the generated noise (sheep "maeh" cow "mmhh" duck "Gack" (well could in the case also of "duck" come, following the terminology of the resemblance to a German or English word, the after which is shorter)). Hong Kong
so yes it should not even exist. Was just a fishing village. But when the British decided, they need the Chinese are now cut to the skull, because the do not allow them to import opium from India, a country go daft for a positive trade balance, they were bequeathed to the pacification of this piece of land. Good enough to the skull been cut into, this was the Englishman always have been.
And so we created this metropolis as Fahnentraegerin of free trade and it is today. Everything is shopping, shopping, shopping. If you click on the "peak" hinauffaehrt, with an old mountain cable car, very touristy and overpriced, of course, is not one into the open field. No, you come to in a shopping center. With escalators, shops, entertainment, and must if you want the top enjoy the view once more pay extra. All with simply the Octopus card. Only through the detours will find their way out into the fresh air, where we can again spend money for bread and games. We had brought a picnic and we felt a bit strange here.
In New Zealand we have been warned not what we should not get anything before then, because in China we get is not secure. I think what you do in Hong Kong can buy, there is not. You just have to have the appropriate change. We
the city have partially migrated with a friend of Jeremy, who has for a week geurlaubt to meet us. (Yes, honestly!) And she lives in a "normal" hotel. We have since visited a rainy morning. Huge, luxurious, incredibly seductive breakfast buffet, but that would cost as much as we in a week spend for food. Thus our two boys tried auszuschauen sweet and hungry and have a free dusted Croissont. For as sweet as our boys were here at all before. Staedig fallen man on the street in Entzueckensschreie if the two want to stomp therefore, stroking Press and to attack their hair and, above all, a picture of them. The cuddly with which we knew already. But that is taking pictures with the new here in China. Everyone is asking so at least his cell phone camera and few people. Wherever we go or sitting, the children are photographed. The boys do not care part of rather - as long as people do not want to take pictures with them, but I feel it as an intrusion into our privacy. But something like privacy, is here understood somehow different. We have noticed again and again. You just go into the room to get the children to watch, this is quite normal. What the children stopped going on my nerves was the constant attack. Caspar took to them, even the friendly, to growl when they get close to him, Jeremy is a guy who has lifted as Caspar shouted down, I've never seen him. That was then already in China, Hong Kong, in our week. In China it was worse and we were there bored. Jeremy was on his trip to China 20 years ago, still staring at all the villages in silence. In this respect, much has changed. No one has looked at me funny. Only the Children were just one corner of the house too sweet. The blond hair and the eyes (at least that many have singled out) is too large.
Yes, where was I? In the big hotels. In such a ausgefuert us has a friend from Austria, who was zufaelligerweise the same time here on business. Another strange world for us. We in our torn, faded gray traveling clothes with our grubby children. We, the cheapest we return in the descending and nourish us at Stan-punching street. Uniformed employees hold the door, huge warehouses with gold and shine, incredible prices. It clashed. And we are nowhere near the bottom of the social scale. It is the Gegensaetzte me shake inside, the earthquake in the head trigger because there is something just not go together, not in the same head space has. At least not at the same time. Or I do not know how to make the all the others.
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