Hong Kong One

I have wanted to go to Hong Kong for years. I don't know why, maybe the same idea that the British had to come to Asia flows in my veins. I do know now that Hong kong is an incredible place, full of not just shopping but incredible views, and if you are really lucky you can head out to the relatively unspoiled outlying islands and see a part of Hong Kong that you never knew existed, that of the rural Hong Kong.
While Greg and I were in the city we hit all of the tourist high points. The golden mile, filled with shops selling immensely expensive watches and clothes for the newly rich of China, the peak, with its stunning views of the city below and its equally stunning views of the homes of the old British elite that litter the peak, an oasis of cool in a place where the average humidity level while I was there was around ninety percent, the night market, filled with every bit of junk and suvioner that you could dream of buying, surrounded by the food of the bountiful sea that has feed Hong Kong for a thousand years, and the old quarter of Hong Kong island, distinctly different from the the hustle and bustle of Kowloon, with its old colonial buildings and the grim court of final appeal.
1. Pork, chickens, and ducks, the ubiquitous Hong Kong street food.
2. Old and new, a two hundred year old brick building huddled under an ultra modern sky scraper.
3. A view from the peak. Hong Kong island is just below and Kowloon is across the water.
4. Dragon fruit
5. Jade and amber scattered across the table.