Jackie Chan, Number One Son

Next, another luxurious plane ride to Hong Kong. This time we weren't staying in the airport even though after seeing our room the airport might have been a better choice. The "hotel" as it were is in a building that takes up a whole city block and is a fire and rat trap for sure. You go up in a very small elevator with various tailors, transvestites, and the occasional traveler. Our room was quite small - two twin beds and a tiny, tiny little bathroom. Enough room, however, for two quite large cockroaches to visit - one in Michael's bag and one under my shoe. At least they split the grief between us.





It was great fun to be back in a big, urban city. High buildings and high prices. But it was worth it in my estimation to get a reasonable bagel and cup of coffee. We spent the afternoon walking around Victoria peak on Hong Kong Island. Not great weather but a wonderful view. One of the best bits was taking the local ferry between HK and Kowloon Islands which afforded more spectacular scenery.





No trip to Hong Kong would be complete without a visit to the Avenue of Stars. The only star I knew was Jackie Chan - these folks LOVE Jackie Chan.



After less than 48 hours it was time to be off again, this time to New Zealand. It was hard to believe that three and a half months had passed and we'd be leaving Asia for good. I was a bit sad, but at the same time I was ready for the change.