'Big hotel...by water...Intercontinental, no, yes, please?'
All of which were met with a dark frown
. That is until he suddenly jabbed his finger at the passenger seat drop down mirror, to which was attached a box of tissues, covered in...you'll never bloody believe it...an Intercontinental Hong Kong souvenir tissue box cover!
'Yes, yes, that one, that's it. That one...'
'HAHAHAHAHAHA INTERCONTINENTAL HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...'
And so on, him laughing continuously for the rest of the journey, whilst phoning all of his friends, and sharing with them the story about the stupid English people in the back of his cab, who didn't know their hotel address was on his souvenir tissue box cover!
Anyway, back to the beginning of the day. Our first real foggy day in Hong Kong, so we decided a bit of a relax was required this morning, before venturing out at lunchtime. Across the water by ferry again, this time on Solar Star and then to City Hall for some Dim Sum
. Although by the time we found the sodding place it was nearly closed, mainly because we decided to take the scenic route through an underground car park, and construction site, rather than through the front entrance, Told you my map reading was bad. So, having worked up quite an appetite, we preceded to order numerous little bamboo baskets of goodies. However unlike traditional dim sum, where you wait for the ladies with their trolleys to come round, as it was the end of the day, we were left with one lady with nothing on her trolley, so decided just to order off the menu instead. Not really the authentic experience we were hoping for, but still tasty. Well, everything except for the steamed ribs at the end, which were basically bits of gristle wrapped around bones, that you either crunched and broke your teeth, or sucked and spat out. Not nice. Not ordering again.
After finding our way out of City Hall, we climbed uphill, past high end designer shops, and shiny skyscrapers, interspersed with winding alleyways full of steaming food stalls and junk filled curiosity shops. Hong Kong really is a melting pot of traditional and modern, and such a vivid assault on the senses. Like I said before, I'm loving it! We then found the worlds longest escalator, Sammy you would love it ;), before stopping for an obligatory ale at the Yorkshire Pudding English pub. Then it was back downhill again, unfortunately by foot as the escalator only runs one way, through the live fish and strange smells of Graham Street Market, before hailing our crazy cab guy.
Do je saai, Mr Maachi Ming - you did make us laugh x
Against all of my normal blogging rules, today I shall begin with the ending. Mainly because it was so damn funny, although as I am writing this, I realise it was probably more like one of those things you had to be there for...oh well, I shall try my best. Basically after a full afternoon of sightseeing, we decided that the best way back to the hotel, was the one were we could rest our weary feet, i.e. a cab. However we soon realised that most cab drivers here do not speak English, and require a piece of paper or card with your destination translated. Alas the room key did not have this, and he couldn't read my oversized map whilst at the same time navigating trams and throngs of people on their way home from work. Afraid that at any moment we were going to be turfed out into the path of an oncoming bus, we resorted to repeating over and over with increasing panic...