Welcome to the very first post of my travelzine. I suppose if you have gotten this far, that you have figured out that it’s called Artistry Atlas. That’s it’s about travel, art, food, photo and story. That it’s a little bit of a lot of my personal interests. That it’s my new creative venture. Thank you for climbing aboard.
Enter Hong Kong. Coined “Asia’s World City” which I take to mean cosmopolitan and eclectic. Modern and progressive while preserving old customs and character.
Arriving in a place for the first time never gets old. No matter how exhausted I am from the journey, I keep my bloodshot eyes glued to the passing scene from the bus window on my way to the hotel. The ride from Hong Kong International Airport to the Wan Chai neighborhood is particularly fascinating. The freeway winds through a somewhat industrial area and passes huge apartment towers that are stacked with floors of tiny units, housing a minute portion of the city’s 7,235,000 people. The ride then takes you past
the-biggest-port-I-have-ever-seen. There are miles of brightly colored shipping containers. Quite beautiful if you can get past the thought of “Well, now I know where all those Made in China plastic items and electronics” begin their voyage. My second thought was “I wonder if the Hong Kong Tourist Bureau knows of tours of the port?”
And it’s very humid. The air looks, for lack of a better description, steamy. The quality of the Air is on par with any other congested Asian METROPOLIS, but it’s also because Hong Kong is tropical. It’s a city carved into the coast of a hot, tropical, jungle-like location.
Although there are several different ways to get around the city, I chose to go from the airport to the hotel by bus A11. It’s direct and will drop me off a block from the hotel door. I am traveling with my lovely mother and her long-time friend Maureen who will join me in a few days. When adventuring alone or with companions of similar travel style, I am usually “dirt bagging” it. Meaning that I don’t spend my money on accommodation if I don’t have to and stay in hostels or budget guesthouses.
If I were on my own, I’d probably be lost somewhere in the Chungking Mansions, but luckily I’m not and we are staying at the swanky Metro Park Hotel on Hennessy Road. The staff is super friendly, the decor is up to the minute modern and there is a very sweet door guy who is eager to help with anything, including shaking off my wet umbrella for me. They don’t do that in the hostels I stay at. My room is on the 11th floor. It’s small and homey and I feel like Eloise at the Plaza. My bed has lights behind it that change color with a remote control. Hostels don’t tend to have that feature either. There is a mini bar, a robe and really good water pressure. Hostels…never mind.
I put my bags down, rinse off a 15 hour flight and head out to see if I can catch the dragon dance during the Mid-Autumn Festival.