Hong Kong: Asia For Beginners

 "Be not afraid of growing slowly, be afraid only of standing still." -Chinese Proverb

Air Temp: 84 degrees

Humidity: 81%

Léih hóu (Hello in Cantonese, pronounced “lay hoe”)

I have officially been in Hong Kong for three days. It feels forever ago. Our plane settled on the ground at the Chek Lap Kok Hong Kong International Airport a little after 1800pm on Sept 4th. I have to be honest and say that the mystery of the Hong Kong landing strip is no longer true. I had heard thru the grape vine that landing in Hong Kong was a night mare of an experience because the pilots had to careen thru various sky scrapers to set the planes down on the landing strip. Alas, that is no longer the case. Since 1998, the airport was rebuilt at Chek Lap Kok, allowing for pilots to land their planes with an ample landing strip. 

 I departed the plane unsure as to what I would face on the other side of that door. There was no turning back. Similar to my flight to Antarctica last fall, this was a sealed deal. I was here until December 5^th. The only way I would be boarding a return flight earlier than what was scheduled would either be due to a death or serious illness in the family. 

Thankfully, as the Lonely Planet guide book promised, the Hong Kong International airport was ridiculously easy to get around. Everything was in English and there was airport personnel stationed in strategic locations to point you in the correct direction if you needed. It was service with a smile. Everyone smiled at you. So I smiled back. 

I made it thru customs without a glitch, my passport stamped with a 90 day visitor visa. No questions asked. The man simply held my passport up and stared at my face for about a minute and then stamped it with a solid smack of finality. As if to say, you’re here to stay. 90 days. My backpack was awaiting me at the luggage carousal and finally it was time to make my one phone call. 

In the packet of information Dragonfly had sent me, I had been informed to look for the white phone on the wall after getting my luggage. The white phone was a courtesy phone and would allow me a free call to the staff housing so I could alert someone of my arrival. I spotted the white phone and made my call. I was greeted by a soft spoken man named Brandon who informed me that I would get on the blue Lantaou Taxi to be taken to Mui Wo (pronounced Moy Whoa) and be dropped at the Mui Wo Wet Market. Someone would meet me there and walk me to the staff flat where we would stay for the first few days of training. Initially the directions had been to be dropped at the Mui Wo McDonalds. Reading those directions reared my unruly imagination and had me fearing I was a part of some Hong Kong drug heist.

Get in the blue taxi, don’t tell anyone where you’re going. Look for the McDonalds on the street corner. If you don’t have 55,000 in Hong Kong dollars we’ll take your first born child. 

Yes, these are the things that sometimes go thru my mind. 

But, finally touching base with someone on the phone who directed me to a specific location, made it real. I was in Hong Kong and yes, there was indeed a company here called Dragonfly Outdoors.  I would soon get my first glimpse of Hong Kong. 

China. 

Asia. 

I walked out of the airport and was nearly knocked over by the heaviness of Hong Kong’s oxygen. It was heavy, hot, and dripping near 100% humidity. It was stifling. I wasn’t prepared for that first inhalation of Hong Kong and it definitely caught me off guard. I cringed at the thickness of it. What was that smell? That taste? Hong Kong is known for its air pollution. They weren’t joking. I was no longer being spoiled by the purity of Alaskan air. In Antarctica it had been 100% zero humidity, I was facing the near total opposite. My body’s system has been in complete shock over the last three days as I remember what it is like to function in sweltering heat. 

Once my lungs and breathing pattern had stabilized and become accustomed to the thickness of the air, I easily found the appropriate blue taxi that I needed to take. There are three types of taxis in Hong Kong, red, green, and blue. The red taxi is considered the “urban” taxi and will operate in most areas of Hong Kong. The green taxi is the “New Territories” taxi and mainly operates in the north-eastern and north-western parts of Hong Kong. The blue taxi is the Lantau Taxi and only operates on Lantau, one of the islands that makes up Hong Kong. 

I hopped in, stated where I need to go and we were off. I hadn’t even really thought about it, but I was slightly surprised that in Hong Kong you drove on the left as they had in New Zealand. Then it made sense because Hong Kong had once been under Britain rule as had New Zealand. We wheeled out of the airport and I was afforded my first glimpse of Hong Kong. 

I was not disappointed. 

Where the airport is located is away from the main “downtown” district of Hong Kong. The Hong Kong we all hear about back in the states. So I have yet to get a glimpse of that Hong Kong. Where I was, there were still a few sky scrapers, but it was not as densely populated. As we drove by I found myself staring at these tall buildings, a little dumbfounded. They just didn’t look real. They stood higher than anything else, lit up like Christmas trees in the quickly falling dusk, surrounded by palm trees. 

They didn’t look real, yet they were pretty in their own way and they had caught my curiosity. We sped away and I quickly found myself peering out into the darkness at narrow, winding roads as the taxi driver careened toward Mui Wo. It was a short twenty-thirty minute taxi ride to the Mui Wo Wet Market that cost me $136 in Hong Kong dollars which breaks down to roughly $17 U.S. dollars. 

The red star marks where I was dropped to start staff training

 I hopped out of the taxi and found myself standing on the street corner of a tiny little market like no other market I had ever seen. It was nearing 20:00pm at this point and the market had shut down for the evening, but I was intrigued by what I did see. Red Chinese lanterns dangled from the ceiling, the smell of fresh fish and sea food still wafted in the air. I later learned that a wet market means a market where you can find fresh fish and other ocean dwelling creatures that they will kill and cut up right there for you right along with fresh veggies and fresh fruit.  I stood on the street corner looking around. I had no idea where the staff member that was supposed to meet me would come from and I had no idea who it was going to be. I didn’t know where my friend Turk-A-Lurk was located at in Hong Kong. We had exchanged a few emails, but he hadn’t known if he would be able to meet me when I flew in. So I had no idea when I would see him. 

So I stood there, sweating profusely as I waited. I took in the sounds around me. I listened to the pitter patter of a few lasting rain drops from the sudden torrential downpour that had hit as we drove from the airport to Mui Wo, the sounds of the locals chatting in Cantonese as they rode by on their bikes, dinging their bells as they passed pedestrians on the street. I took in the smell of feral cattle standing a block away, chewing their cud, swishing their tails to stir a little breeze in the thick air. I watched the wild dogs wandering down the empty street corner looking for an easy meal in the trash bins sitting along the edge of the cobbled street. 

I was in Hong Kong, yet I wasn’t in downtown Hong Kong. I was in a small village on one of the neighboring islands making up Hong Kong. I hadn’t even set foot on the actual island of Hong Kong. I was getting to witness village life in Hong Kong and it was fascinating with just what little I could see standing there in the dark. 

I was dumbfounded over the fact that I had easily arrived in Hong Kong without a single glitch. It had been so easy, too easy. But there I was. 

Adventure commence.