Today is day 110 of my 150 days in Hong Kong. And it has been quite interesting. Never thought, I’d be able to sweat this much without moving a muscle in my body. Also never thought I would use my SPF50 sunscreen until mid November.
So far, I have observed a lot of strange behavior (from my perspective anyways) and I have adopted some of the behavior (for instance randomly stopping in the middle of the walkway, when there are a million and seven people behind you and not caring about what other people were doing, after all they will find their way around you). I learnt a lot about culture and traditions and how to attempt to overcome these invisible barriers.
Here is what I will take with me: Hong Kong people can ice skate! Even when it’s 40°C outside (about 105°F). Don’t believe me, well here is your proof:
I learnt, that when any public transportation (e.g. bus, tram, metro) looks like no other person could fit, think again, because you can always squeeze in one or two or twenty people more:
And I learnt that when you build a city on a hill, you build endless stair cases up to the top of the hill and people will walk these stairs, even in the middle of the forest in scorching heat. Although in my case, more often than not, I was crawling up these stair cases rather than walking. Whenever another hiker would pass me, I would stop and pretend to enjoy the view while trying to catch my breath again.
I learnt that you can escape the concrete jungle in a matter of a few minutes, no matter what direction you took the train to and still you will still be able to gaze at the beauty that is Hong Kong.
But the most important lesson I learnt it that being yelled at, is not necessarily a bad thing, it shows that someone cares (that’s what I tell myself anyways). And I realized that you can learn a lot from observing people, for instance how to perfect to instantly fall asleep while sitting up practically anywhere (no matter what age, gender or profession). But I guess, the most important lesson I learnt is that you don’t need a lot of things to make a home. I practically survived in a shoebox the last few months and although it was really difficult at the beginning, I kind of got quite attached to it.
But after four months in my little place called (temporary) home, it is time to move on. In a couple days I will be moving to a slightly bigger place for A and me. A will arrive in less than 100 hours in Hong Kong and we will tour the next month through Hong Kong, Beijing and Lijiang before returning to Oslo in mid January.
So, yes the time of hour counting has begun. And to conclude this post, I want to say, if you ever make it to Hong Kong, you are in for a treat!