We have a tight connection to make in Hong Kong, and it was not good news that the flight was delayed by an hour while we were still on the ground at Heathrow. We don’t make it in time, but Cathay Pacific have someone waiting for us as we step off the plane, with transferred tickets for the first flight in the morning and reservations for us at the Royal Plaza Hotel, Kowloon, for the night.
As the airport bus takes us from the Chek Lap Kok airport into Kowloon, the British-style traffic signs (but with adjacent Cantonese script) and the driving on the left give everything a familiar-but-not-quite feeling. As we hit the city, advertising boards literally leap out from the buildings across the streets, buildings jostle for space, and I know that we have arrived.
After dinner in the hotel, a quick visit to the water-front of Hong Kong Island—corporate headquarters and brand names across the water vying with one another for attention, but curiously achieving harmony with each other in a sweeping panorama of lights.