First flight: looong. Touch down in Hong Kong for a mad midnight taxi ride - us without seat belts sliding around the back (Sean on my lap asleep) and our luggage held down by straps in a gaping boot. At the hotel poured Sean into stroller and got hysterically tired Finn up to the hotel room.
Hong Kong is Tokyo on steroids minus the neon. We ate many dumplings, and went from tawdry to classy in the shopping stakes (I must be the only woman shopper in the history of Hong Kong to leave with one hat and a pair of running shoes). Took the tram to the Peak (hard to believe that the governer and his cronies used to go by rickshaw up that slope in the good old days).
We missed the protest about China's interference in choosing the Hong Kong representative and ended by congratulating ourselves on choosing an 1130pm exit - everyone slept for over five hours of the next leg (always good on a 13-hour flight with two kids!)
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| Finn using his new email |
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| Neighbourhood running track discovered on our last night. The boys decided to do a few laps each. Great for sleeping on the plane |
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| On the tram to the Peak |
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| Getting eaten by a crazy duck. Part of an exhibition creaed from old pallets |
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