I'm waiting for news from my stomach to tell me what to do next. Take it slowly for a day and only eat yogurt accompanied by apple juice and then see whether I should try again? Or contact the airline to see whether I can go home early to see a doctor?
I'm also noticing that I'm getting confused about the time line. It's Wednesday morning now; I've been here since Friday evening, and I had 3 bouts of 12 hour toilet-hugging time in that short time. No wonder I find it so hard to write this blog and to figure out which pictures belong to which post- or pre-puke period.
Be that as it may, if my stomach allows, I will switch hotels today. Nice as it is, this hotel has become too much of a reminder of sickness and death. And here is where the first part of the title will be explained: My abode for the next night will be in Mui Wo. But first I have to get there ! Ideally without any stomach interference.
Until check-out time I stick with my diet of yogurt and apple juice. Seems to work ;-)
I make my way down Des Voeux Road towards Central; double-deckers seem to be blocked somewhere so I walk and take the MTR for one stop. The Hong Kong Main Post Office is located at Central and I stock up on stamps. From the post office it is only a 5 minute walk to the Mui Wo Ferry Terminal.
I have to ask what luxury the almost double price for deluxe class will earn me and quickly decline when informed that the 'deluxe' part of the ship has air conditioning. I refrain from pointing out that I come from a cold country and why would I pay extra to travel in a freezer now, in particular since the open windows and sea air should bring more than enough cooling in the 28 degree weather.
|Not my ride; yet another Star Ferry|
|My ride, the non-deluxe, non-air-conditioned wood (plastic) class of First Ferries|
|Kennedytown, the last outskirts of Hong Kong Island|
|No longer Hong Kong Island|
|That's the bay!|
|Say hello to the new GAP shorts|
Here we go: Mui Wo, beach, and hotel
The trip on the regular ferry took 55 minutes; the fast ferry can do it in half that time. MANY of the ferry passengers seem to commute here by bicycle.
I've been to Mui Wo twice before:
The first time I discovered the part right at the ferry terminal, home to old style queeny Expats that hate Chinese food, have a Philippine maid, and eat at a Turkish restaurant facing the bus stop that serves fish from New Zealand on it's fish sandwich. I kid you not!
The second time I discovered the 'cooked food market', the gorgeous beach, and realized that the Lantau Buddha needs its evening rest at 5 pm.
Today I've booked a hotel here. Overpriced for sure. Also full of tourists (about evenly split between Europeans and Mainland Chinese). But it's yet another Hong Kong I hope to discover here. The cooked food market with 180 degree ocean view is right next to the ferry terminal. Look at those opening hours !
I wiggle may way along the beach towards the hotel.
|Symbols of a more glorious resort past have decomposed into beach sculptures|
There is a MacDonald's right at the ferry terminal, but I want FOOD, not PLASTIC.
|The left side off the table is right at the edge of the bay ;-)|
|The owner of this bike apparently doesn't believe in the necessity of air cushioning.|
|Old bike, old tree ...|
|add old man about to twirl the tree hangings out of the way so he can sit on the wall.|
|I''m amazed that there are any fish left in the water ....|
Why do I look so happy in the above picture? That'll get us to the second part of the title. At 7:45 this morning I was supposed to stand in front of my hotel in Hanoi to be picked up by the shuttle bus of the tour company offering the Junk Cruise. I e-mailed the company in the very early a.m. today to tell them that they wouldn't have to stop by my hotel because I wouldn't be there.
An e-mail a few hours later asked me whether I wanted to change the date of my cruise.
Not whether I wanted to book it again, but whether I wanted to change the date! If that means what I think it means then this Vietnamese company is most generous and hospitable. So there, Ms Ha is the name of the person writing the e-mails and Cam On simply means Thank You in Vietnamese.
|Don't try this at home: Your bath-tub water might not be as warm as the South China Sea|