Xin Haishan Hotel
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... cusine relies heavily on the trusty old instant noodles. They are served with wontons and chopsticks and slurped up in as dignified a manner as possible. Alternatives include various dishes originally brought over by the British and adapted to fit into Cantonese society. The attached photo of Macaroni Cheese is one such example. The saving grace is some fantastic Dim Sum, which a food tour and Kaili's Mandarin help us dig out. ...
... br> More wandering, dinner at a Neapolitan pizza shop and then we made our way to the station to catch the train to the airport after our long day of doing nothing.
Now, only 13 hours on a plane and we'll be back home.
While it's been a very relaxing vacation filled with amazing sights and adventures, great food, beautiful hotels and many interesting and friendly people, we will be happy to be home and back to our routines.
... a decently sized supermarket. We took the ferry over from Central Piers, and disembarked onto Peng Chau, where the unhurried rural lifestyle was epitomised by the gaggle of elderly people sitting on plastic chairs under the banyan trees and having a right good chat. They only multiplied as the day went on. We headed off on the trail around the northern part of the island, going by temples and men doing some construction work along ...
... get out & about we caught a ferry over to HK island. The original plan for today had been to take a hop on/hop off bus tour to possibly the Stanley Markets & the Peak, but the weather put an end that as the peak was shrouded in cloud. We looked around the harbour (& more shops), and decided that apart from huge skyscrapers & shops there probably wasn't a lot else to take our interest & headed back to the ferry & Kowloon. (on the ferry we ...
Birthplace of my Maternal
A few times a year during my
childhood, my grandmother and I sat around an old heavy chest. She
would pop it open and take out some documents, but she always pulled
out a very frayed black and white photograph. The chest was like a
Pandora's box to me. It held more stories and secrets than the
birth and marriage certificates, and all the immigration papers and
letters ever ...