Saturday, November 29, 2008

Day 2 from Peter:

Our second day started with Ryan waking up around 5 am. He took off for the coffee shop and I continued my hibernation until later in the morning. He left a note saying where he went but it wasn't needed because I slept long enough for him to return (I told you I was tired). We found a place to eat and made our way to the famous Star Ferry where we went from one side of the harbor to the other in Hong Kong as we went in search of Hong Kong's famous Dim Sum for a late breakfast/early lunch.

From SE Asia Pt 1


From SE Asia Pt 1


We were starving when we got to the City Hall where the guide book suggested we try some of the best Dim Sum. It didn't open until 11am so we took thirty minutes or so to read the books we had brought and check out the high school graduation that was going on in City Hall- lots of people dressed in dark robes, just like in the states.

Then we walked up the stairs into a large room with red carpet, red walls, and a huge golden dragon dancing on the far wall. We sat down directly under the A/C and waited for the metal carts of Chinese food to make their stops by our table. The way they served food was interesting: these carts of very good food were pushed around the room and they brought tables their stuff and you just chose what you wanted. The food was really good, but I don't think you'd find too much of what we ate there in the States. Basically we stuffed ourselves with pork dumplings, cuddle fish tentacles, shrimp things, desert dumplings, and other mystery food items- yum.

From SE Asia Pt 1


From SE Asia Pt 1


From the Dim Sum and City Hall we made our way to some of the famous markets around Hong Kong and along the way we took the famous escalators in town. There is this large hill that runs through one of the oldest parts of town and since everyone in Hong Kong walks, the city put in a serious line of escalators to help people get up and down. It is actually the longest system of escalators in the world.

From SE Asia Pt 1


From SE Asia Pt 1


Along what seemed miles of escalators we stopped and checked out a mosque which was interesting to say the least. I'd never been in one before so it was unique for sure. There were only men in the main part of the mosque that we could see, but we found out that the curtained off section of the room in the corner to our left was where the women went.

From SE Asia Pt 1


From SE Asia Pt 1


Once we got to the markets, we realized we were in a much different place than the US. There were so many people that you regularly bumped into one another and occassionally a truck would make its way down the narrowest of roads that the market was situated on and people and marketeers had to stop what they were doing to get in a safe place. Then as soon as the truck went by, the people flooded in where the truck had vacated. Fish, eels, defeathered ducks, beef, shrimp, and many other dead animals were everywhere. Actually some were still alive in styrofoam containers filled with water, but most were hanging from meat hooks in the open air. It was a normal thing. I'd love to see the women in the US go from the polite and tidy Safeway to these markets.

From SE Asia Pt 1


From SE Asia Pt 1


After enjoying the markets for a while and getting piece of fruit or two we made our way to the world renowned Hong Kong tailors to see about a custom tailored suit. Once again the hustlers were out and about trying to make sure this tourist money found its way into their stores, but we found our own and found ourselves talking with a very nice Indian man about shirts and suits that would make us look “smart.” I debated about a $250 suit made of cashmere and custom tailored but decided I just don't wear suits that often, so Ryan and I opted for $35 dress shirts cut to our specific deminsions. I got two and he got one to wear on the trip. And the best part is, this guy has our measurements so we can email him for new shirts anytime and he'll mail them to us. Although I don't wear too many of these in the line of swimming so two should do me for years to come.

After the shirts, we made our way to meet up with Phillip's sister, Miriam, and her husband, Gary. We met at the subway with every other person in the city of Hong Kong and went for a little appetizer at her favorite fish ball and meat ball counter. Miriam ordered us our wooden skewers of four fish and four meat balls drenched in some sort of sauce that dripped all over the ground. Every time people came away from the counter the sea of people would part so as not to get dripped on. We tried these things and I decided that one or two was enough for me. Fish in the shape of balls just wasn't my thing, and the meat balls didn't look all that safe and didn't seem all that safe after my first one. Ryan thought differently and finished the remaining meat balls. Later at dinner his stomach didn't feel too good, but there were no problems to report- at least not yet. The place where we ate was amazing. It was one of the nicest Thai food restaraunts I've ever been to, and the food was very good. We started out with some sort of soup that I could have had a gallon of but I settled for the bowl and followed it up with roast duck, chicken, lettuce wraps, meat skewers, bok chuy, and a couple other dishes. It was a regular feast.

From SE Asia Pt 1


From SE Asia Pt 1


From SE Asia Pt 1


After dinner we walked around a bit and Ryan checked out some iPods with our local knowledge in Miriam and Gary, and we found out that it really wasn't a very good deal to buy Mac stuff in Hong Kong. We continued to walk around in the mass of people out in the Christmas shopping crowds until Ryan and I were about to pass out from exhaustion and we parted ways with our news friends. Hopefully some day we will be able to repay them if they come to the States.

We hopped on the subway back home and crashed. It was a very full day to say the least.

Transit: How We Got to Hong Kong

747's. So BIG I still have a hard time believing they get off the ground!

Dim Sum Delights



It seems to me that few things in life are finer than discovering new foods that are delicious. Such was the case for Peter and I when we tried Dim Sum in Hong Kong. I'd had Dim Sum before- a long time ago I admit- and all I really remember is chicken feet. And chicken feet that tasted weird at that.

Nevertheless, Peter and I decided to give this thing a shot. And holy cow, I'm glad we did! It was an absolute revelation. However, like most good things in life, it took some work to find it. We were looking for a particular place called Maxim's. The guide book put us close, but failed to mention that this restaurant was INSIDE City Hall on the THIRD floor and didn't open until 11am. We managed to walk the entire way around the building before asking a security guard where it was. We then found our way inside and eventually figured out it was upstairs. Only then did we find out it didn't open for another half hour. At this point, I was so hungry that I was about ready to eat my own arm off and was ready to bail on this whole deal. However, Peter wisely suggested that we stay and at least check it out.

A half hour later we sit down and immediately ladies pushing carts piled full of small, piping hot bamboo boxes descend upon us. They open up the little boxes for us, revealing their mysterious and delectable contents. We point, not really knowing at what. She lifts a plate of pale, slimy looking noodle pockets with shrimp inside onto our table and pours two different dark sauces on them. We have nothing left to do but try them. After the first bite, Peter and I look at each other with excited, incredulous grins. This tastes AMAZING! More carts, more little dumplings, more delicious flavors. We even try some fried squid tentacles (which aren't too bad) and continue to stuff ourselves with little bits of Chinese goodness. Pork buns, shrimp pockets, stir fried pork, sesame-covered donuts filled with sweet red bean and tasty tea to wash it all down! And did I mention the views of Hong Kong harbor? Yeah, it was fun.

Friday, November 28, 2008

And the Journey Begins...

From SE Asia Pt 1


It started with the public transit in LA and has continued through to the epic subways and double decker buses in Hong Kong. This stuff happenned a couple days ago now, but we haven't gotten around to putting the memories down until now.

When I arrived here in Hong Kong, I was greeted by my backstroke training partner from Trojan Swim Club, Hoi Ping Lee or Phillip as we knew him in the US. He has two names, one for us silly Americans and the other, the one his parents gave him- obviously he's from Hong Kong. We had a quick cup of coffee and I videoed him so I would remember my first thing I did in Hong Kong. We then hopped on the subway and went straight in to the Kowloon district of Hong Kong. Unfortunately he had to take off for his accounting job he has going for him, and that was about all the time I had with my buddy from this last year of training.

Now it was time for me to do something with myself until Ryan got in later that night, so I looked at my list of things to do that I picked from Phillip's brain before he took off and I decided to check out a couple things: some hostels for the night to come and the Peak Tram for a view of the city. I took off for the closest Star Bucks and bummed a free 20 minutes on the wifi so I could see when Ryan got in from his flight and then I basically wasted the rest of the time on email and facebook- nothing new there. After that I made my way for the subways and tried my luck at finding the view of the city that Phillip told me about. All I knew was that I should get to this subway stop called Admiralty and then try to find some “mountian” to hike up. Phillip's English is funny sometimes, but it was spot on. There is a mountain that you can walk up or take a tram up for a hazy but scenic view of the Hong Kong skyline.


I got off the subway and unfortunately but entertainingly enough ran across my first street 'hawkers” of Hong Kong. This Indian fellow in a turban passed me in a covered walk way and said something to me that I couldn't quite understand. He seemed nice enough so I turned and asked him what he had just said. He then lauched into a fortune telling bit where he predicted my favorite color, told me love was in my life, that I was a generous person, that I was happy, and other stuff. I don't think too much is all that hard to predict for an American traveler with a huge backpack on his back. Either way at the end of his little act, he busted out the pad of paper from “people he had already talked to from America” and this paper had their names, where they were from and how much they'd given him for his fortune telling and his underpriviledged kids he works for in India. Supposedly these other Americans had given him $150 USD each! Since I was a generous person, as he predicted, I should probably give him some money- I guess his fortune telling skills are a bit challenged. I gave him 50 cents and went about my merry way.

From there I found my way to the Peak. I took a rail car up the side of the mountain because it was hot and I had about fourty pounds of crap I was toting along with me. Plus I'd been on a plane for about fifteen hours- so yes, I took the easy way out. Once you got up there, the city is amazing in the sense that I can hardly believe people built all those freakin' buildings! There are sky scrapers everywhere and they are filling in the harbor to make land for new buildings.


From SE Asia Pt 1


From SE Asia Pt 1


From SE Asia Pt 1


The subways are better than driving cars; you never have to wait more than a minute, literally. But the air quality is less than perfect as you can tell from the multitude of people wearing the breathing masks. When I was on top of this viewing platform set up on the top of the mountain I could make out most of the skyline, but there was quite a bit that was hidden in the haze. It definitely rivaled LA for title of nastiest air in the world. The video will show that and the beautiful skyline with ships zipping all over the harbor. It's a unique city for sure.

Then I went back to the main part of town and checked out some hostels. Actually it was more like the hostels checked me out. I might as well have had a huge sign on my back that read, “I'm an American looking for a place to stay,” because the second I set foot on the hostel area turf, I was hounded by three different people at a time trying to get their hostels filled. One guy walked me back up a long hall way lined with shops to an elevator when another guy pulled me along with him because it was obviously his turn for the next customer. The hostels in this area must work together to some degree. Either way, I found a couple good ones to see if Ryan agreed, and I then decided to go and meet Ryan at the airport.

You see, in going to the airport I was surprising Ryan because we had originally decided to meet at this famous hotel in Hong Kong at 8pm, but I thought a surprise greeting after he got off the plane was a good idea. I paid my 12 bucks to take the shuttle to the airport and waited at the only place Ryan could exit the customs and sat there looking for him. After an hour of watching everyone exit, I decided somehow, don't know exactly how, but we'd missed each other. I just hoped he was at the hotel waiting. Luckily it turned out he was and we had a good laugh about that one.

After that we dropped our stuff off at the hostel, got some food at a local food market, and crashed for the night.

From SE Asia Pt 1


From SE Asia Pt 1


From SE Asia Pt 1


From SE Asia Pt 1


It had been a long day and I was exhausted. After walking a good ten plus miles with a fourty pound pack, I was ready to hibernate.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

My Blue Shirt

I got a new shirt.

It's blue with short sleeves and it's custom cut to my exact specifications.
And it's too short. Too short (by just a bit) because I didn't want it to be too long so I told the nice gentleman measuring me to make it just a bit shorter than normal. Turns out he did. And it turns out he knew what he was talking about.

Peter and I are in Hong Kong and one of the things Hong Kong is famous for is the custom tailored shirts. Its fame for this is evidenced by the fact that as our two hulking 6 foot-plus, white boy frames walk down the streets of Hong Kong we are constantly bombarded by men coming up to us and asking "You want tailored suit? You want tailored suit? I make you nice suit." We usually ignore them or sometimes say "No thank you." But one time, we answered, "Sure, what the heck."

And now I have a blue shirt, custom cut to be too short.