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Hong Kong; The Sequel

March 1, 2017February 25, 2017 Dan Leave a comment

We left the Guilin hotel about 7am and walked to the train station. It was one train to Guangzhou for three hours, then we had 20 minutes to connect to our other train in what is surely the largest train station in the world, bigger than most airports. Thankfully we made it as we could just transfer straight to the right platform we need for the next 30-minute train to Shenzhen. Then it was a metro across the city for 30 minutes to the border between China and Hong Kong, we got stamped out of China, walked a little, then entered Hong Kong at the other side then it was another metro train for an hour in Hong Kong to get to the centre.

So after about six hours on five different trains, lots of transfers and some walking we weren’t too impressed when we arrived at the hostel in Hong Kong and were told to wait in a queue of people to check-in. It was one check-in desk for many hostels, so lots of people waiting, but it didn’t take long thankfully and we were soon out in Hong Kong, a little more civilised than we had for the last three weeks and we were actually really happy to be here.

Hong Kong: The First Days and New Years Eve 2016

January 1, 2017January 1, 2017 Dan 3 Comments

We arrived in Hong Kong around 7.30am on the 30th December, headed straight for our hostel and went for a walk around the city. It’s a huge, bustling, intensely busy place, a place where there are so many people, in a backwards kind of way, you actually feel invisible.

The Journey Begins: En Route To Hong Kong

December 31, 2016May 27, 2017 Dan Leave a comment

We’re on our way. After two years of planning, two years of saving and many months of getting rid of almost everything we own, we’re now sat on a one-way flight to Hong Kong. With 7kg of baggage each (yes, SEVEN, even Staci has only seven kilos of luggage) packed neatly in the backpacks, two passports and (too) many pants, the time has come to start the journey, although Staci now says she wished she had packed a few more pants.

We got on the flight, sat and chatted, and tried to reflect on the emotions that we were feeling. You would think this would be something quite deep and meaningful, i mean, we’ve had plenty of time to think about it. Was it excitement, for the journey ahead? Was it nerves, for the unkown to come? Was it even sadness, to leave so much family and friends behind? No, it was “weird”! And that isn’t even an emotion!