Day 29 : singing in the rain
We woke up to driving rain and strong gusts of wind. After a moment of dissapointment (oh no! we're not going to spend our last day on the beach!), we had a moment of panic (do you see the wind? do you think the seacat is still going? We have to get back to Hong Kong for our flight out!). All things considered, it's better to spend a rainy day in Hong Kong than in Macau and we both thought it'd be more reassuring to get back to Hong Kong just in case...no need to panic about missing flights.
It was a rocky boat ride back, people vomiting left and right. Unfortunately, we were eating a pomelo when the vomit started so pomelos will never be the same again...back on dry land, we took the covered passageways from the ferry terminal to the mall at Central where we found a "city airport checkin". We were happy to be able to unload our bags for the day and explore a little more of Hong Kong.
We had big hamburgers for lunch (not so bad actually) because it was raining so hard we didn't want to leave the mall just then. We wandered the covered walkways towards central, stopping in small stores along the way. As we were heading up the mid-level escalators, we saw a massage shop so decided to take a break.
It was Rebecca's turn to suffer...we were each face down on a massage bed with our faces in the special hole cut out of the bed. Jerome said there should have been cameras to film our faces at we got massaged. At one point, Jerome yelped at which point Rebecca assumed he was suffereing as much as she was. But no, he was ticklish. Rebecca on the other hand was grinding her teeth in pain. It was pressure point massage which meant a lot of elbows digging into highly senstive points on the back, grinding against the bones. The masseueses were talking about us in Chinese but we have no clue what they were saying, except that Jerome was hairy. Despite feeling like we'd been beaten up, we felt relaxed and were once again impressed by the strength in those little hands.
We did some more wandering around in the rain, through some street markets. We bought some last minute gifts and took in a little more of the wonderful Hong Kong atmosphere. We ended up on a market street, wet and tired, we ducked into an Irish pub and caught another tri-nations match (see Shanghai). Rebecca took another wander in the rain and discovered a little store on side street seeling all sorts of good luck charms, incence and offerings.
We dragged our feet to the check-in counter at Central and took the train to the airport. Not wanting a hamburger to be her last meal in Hong Kong, Rebecca ate some won ton soup in the airport. Duty free shopping done, there was nothing else to do but board the plane...the plane was disinfected with a 'non-harmful' insecticide. As we got our last glimpse of Hong Kong before heading into the clouds, we were already planning our next trip. Maybe Tibet, maybe India? But in any case, we're definitely coming back to Hong Kong.
It was a rocky boat ride back, people vomiting left and right. Unfortunately, we were eating a pomelo when the vomit started so pomelos will never be the same again...back on dry land, we took the covered passageways from the ferry terminal to the mall at Central where we found a "city airport checkin". We were happy to be able to unload our bags for the day and explore a little more of Hong Kong.
We had big hamburgers for lunch (not so bad actually) because it was raining so hard we didn't want to leave the mall just then. We wandered the covered walkways towards central, stopping in small stores along the way. As we were heading up the mid-level escalators, we saw a massage shop so decided to take a break.
It was Rebecca's turn to suffer...we were each face down on a massage bed with our faces in the special hole cut out of the bed. Jerome said there should have been cameras to film our faces at we got massaged. At one point, Jerome yelped at which point Rebecca assumed he was suffereing as much as she was. But no, he was ticklish. Rebecca on the other hand was grinding her teeth in pain. It was pressure point massage which meant a lot of elbows digging into highly senstive points on the back, grinding against the bones. The masseueses were talking about us in Chinese but we have no clue what they were saying, except that Jerome was hairy. Despite feeling like we'd been beaten up, we felt relaxed and were once again impressed by the strength in those little hands.
We did some more wandering around in the rain, through some street markets. We bought some last minute gifts and took in a little more of the wonderful Hong Kong atmosphere. We ended up on a market street, wet and tired, we ducked into an Irish pub and caught another tri-nations match (see Shanghai). Rebecca took another wander in the rain and discovered a little store on side street seeling all sorts of good luck charms, incence and offerings.
We dragged our feet to the check-in counter at Central and took the train to the airport. Not wanting a hamburger to be her last meal in Hong Kong, Rebecca ate some won ton soup in the airport. Duty free shopping done, there was nothing else to do but board the plane...the plane was disinfected with a 'non-harmful' insecticide. As we got our last glimpse of Hong Kong before heading into the clouds, we were already planning our next trip. Maybe Tibet, maybe India? But in any case, we're definitely coming back to Hong Kong.
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