A Day in Hong Kong (Part the One)
If I were in England now
– Which I’m not –
The day outside would appear grey
And drab and not that hot.
But this is Hong Kong!
And I know that it’s warm
And humid outside…
One misty, moisty morning, just as the sun was up there somewhere…
And travelling the streets of this smoggy city
Is fun – and we know that somewhere above is the sun
There is a hustle
And a bustle
As workmen lash bamboo scaffolding together with string
And shops begin to rise after their late-night early-morning trading
On the MTR, though, it is clean
And, did I mention
Back on the street the word is ‘Excuse me,sir…’
And, no, I do not want to buy a suit…
Neither do I need a watch.
Or a suit… Or a watch…
No, thank you, I’m not a suit-wearing man
Ready this afternoon, you say…
How nice, but, please take my advice
As a refusal often offends
Don’t ask me if I’d like to buy a suit…
Or a watch… As I don’t
And I won’t…
So, on to the Ferry across the Mersey…. Oops, got that wrong.
Hong Kong Harbour it is and not the place of the aforementioned song.
Seu Lon Qew
So, long queue for the Peak Tram to reach the heights
To rise up above the smog and see the…
Smog from above!
But, we are trying up use every form of transport that is available to us.
Tram and train, ferry and bus, using our Oyster Card – here it’s an Octopus!
Walking is an option, feet to the ground
If an escalator to terra firma – that we are seeking –
Can ever be found.
Lunch; and as translating menus can take up such time,
We choose Vietnamese food – because, the element of supplies is no crime.