Once again, my fabulous friends back home have hooked me up with some locals…or at least ‘temporary locals’ here in Hong Kong. Marc & Jenny moved here just 6 months ago to run Marc’s family’s toy company, Jaru. It was nice to be in a non-tourist setting even if it was in a big office building. I hadn’t really met anyone here in Hong Kong yet, so it was nice to just relax and chat awhile. We went out for a big traditional Chinese Dim Sum lunch at the East China Seafood Restaurant in Tsim Saa Tsui East.

Dim Sum literally translates to “touch the heart.” But with all this food I think it hit a little lower—and is more like “fill the stomach.” Dim sum are mostly small appetizer-sized portions of various different dumplings and other tasty morsels steamed in bamboo baskets. It’s definitely a communal meal in which everyone gets to try. One of Marc’s Chinese co-workers came along and did all the ordering for us–so we knew it would be good. This was so much fun. In the middle of the table was a lazy susan where the waiters continued to make room for more and more savory dishes:

• Fried Rice
• Noodles with Shrimp
• Barbecued Pork
• Duck
• Chinese Green Leafy Veg
• Pork Buns
• Vegetables with Garlic and Beef
• and many more I can’t remember!

According to my Lonely Planet Guide, the people here consume more protein per capita than any other group in the world. It was really fun to find out how expats liked Hong Kong. There are apparently a ton of Americans and others foreigners here mostly living in the area called the Mid-levels (just at the top of that crazy outdoor escalator). Their kids even attend Jewish day schools. Oh, and just so you know…there are never fortune cookies given out at the end of the meal—that is strictly a Western invention.

After the high prices in Australia where it was hard to find a sandwich under $10 (I’m not including McD’s, which is everywhere—like a bad infection), I love Hong Kong. Although, many said it was expensive, I’m finding it very affordable and for many things down right cheap! Hungry? Besides the ubiquitous Chinese eateries, there’s a pastry shop on every corner serving up mini croissants filled with all kinds of good things like ham and cheese, or mushrooms, or tuna, or chocolate. Each one is about HK$3 the equivalent of thirty-five US cents. And the regular size ones are still under a dollar. So, you can get a breakfast or a snack for mere change.

The public transportation here is also extremely cheap. The efficient work horse, the Star Ferry, takes passengers across the harbor every ten minutes or so and only costs about 20 cents. Underground I frequently used the MTR—Hong Kong’s super clean and super fast mass transit subway system. Each ride here was about a dollar.

For dinner I recently had sushi. I ordered some salmon nigiri (on rice), Samna nigiri (a type of mackerel), yellowtail sashimi, and one soft shell crab roll. Each dish only had 2-3 pieces, but this was just perfect for me since I was dining alone. My tasty dinner came to just under $10. This town is totally affordable!

Of course to offset this savings, I decided to decompress one afternoon in the lobby bar of the strategically located Intercontinental Hotel with an Iced Mocha. The views of the harbor and Hong Kong Island are amazingly stunning from here and the staff was lovely. I even used the concierge for some info. It was nice to feel part of the ‘upper echelon’ of society for a change. But, of course, this came at a cost. My coffee cost me $8—just about as much as my entire dinner from the night before.

There are also tailors everywhere and their annoying aforementioned hawkers stationed on every corner just waiting to spring onto the fair eyed tourist (that’s me). But these prices are also amazing. I had unfortunately spent too much money on a new pair of jeans (the ONE pair I’d brought with me on the trip were getting slightly threadbare) in Australia. But they were too long for my short frame. So I brought them into one of the tailors here on Nathan Road inside the Mirador Mansion. The infamous Mirador and Chunking Mansions (have any of you see the flick Chungking Express? Much of it was shot in these concrete blocks) are a couple tremendous ramshackle concrete block buildings filled with random hostels, guest houses, restaurants, tailors, and other jumbled businesses. They are not attractive in any way, shape or form. From the outside, they look like old communist crumbling towers with window air conditioning units adorning every other window and peeling, chipping paint. On the inside, they are not much better. It felt a bit like a housing project. I took the creaky elevator up to the fifth floor where I was told someone had a strong enough sewing machine to hem jeans. When the slow, tiny elevator opened on the fifth floor I walked out into the cold dim corridor. Hmmm, where to go now? The halls are open to the outdoors on what is kind of an inner courtyard formed in the middle of the building. But instead of a nice garden or sitting area, this courtyard had some chain link fencing and big dumpsters where tenants were supposed to throw their trash. I walked in a circle around the perimeter of the fifth floor passing a few stray cats looking for fish scraps from today’s Chinese lunch and some random tailor workshops, but none that looked inviting enough to enter. Back at the elevator I asked a little old wrinkly Chinese man who stepped out of one of the workshops about hemming jeans. He sent me to the fourth floor. Instead of waiting for the world’s slowest elevator, I took the stairs down and found a mannequin outside of one tiny shop and she was adorned in a jean jacket with embroidery—this must be the place. A man was just arriving and unlocking the gate to the shop. I asked if he could shorten my jeans. We stepped inside his tiny, messy shop which was lit by a single fluorescent light and had some shelves with random fabric scraps and magazine pictures tacked to the walls with people smiling in suits and wedding gowns. I had turned up cuffs on my jeans because I’d already worn them once and he was going to just use that as a guide. But I wanted it done right so I asked if he had a changing room so we could just be sure of the length. Looking around I could see the answer was no. So he walked into the hall closing the metal door behind him and left me in this tiny shop to try on my jeans. Okay, I thought, ‘this isn’t too weird, I guess.’

With one leg in one pant leg and the other balancing on my sandals so as not to touch the grubby floor, he started to come back in.

“Wait! Wait! Wait!” I exclaimed. I really didn’t need him to see my white American ass now did I?

When I was all zipped up, I called for him to come back in. He measured, pinned, and stepped back out into the hall. I changed back into my other pants and a new man appeared and scurried down the hall with my jeans. They would be done while I waited. I took the time to chat with George Kwok, the owner. He said this tailor business had made him rich (you’d never know looking around the place) because he was the “first to take tailoring” to other cities in China like Shenzhen and Shanghai. I’m not sure I understood him exactly or if he was really the “Chinese Father of Tailoring” since the Ming Dynasty, but he was nice. Two of his children lived in the US, one in San Diego and one in San Francisco.

It was interesting to think about how many things we buy in the US that have the “Made in China” label on them. After all the importing and random US price jacking—things aren’t cheap. But here in China (well, close to mainland China) at the source, things seemed to be priced much closer to their actual cost.

Just ten minutes later, the little man returned with my jeans all shortened and sewn. The tailor job only cost me roughly US $3.50, less than most Starbucks coffees. And they are perfect.

One of the many things I like about Hong Kong is its organized chaos. You need some herbal remedies or new fish for your home aquarium? There are specific themed streets around town that are a one-stop shop for many specific, if not odd, items.

On Hong Kong Island, I did a walking tour that brought me to a street lined with nothing but dried fish snacks. I know you are salivating now! For those in the know, these are a very popular treat for most Asians. In fact, I’d done a story on a sweets & fish snacks place (yes, they go together) called Aji Ichiban in Chicago’s Chinatown. Well, lo and behold I found the same chain store in one of the malls here. On the island’s Des Voeux street you can satisfy your hunger for dried mussels, flattened squid, oysters, scallops, abalone, sea slugs, fish bladders, starfish, shrimp, and many other kinds of seafood that have been dried and preserved. Just one block over on Ko Shing Street is the strip known for ancient herbal Chinese medicine. Anything that ails you can be fixed with some of these natural remedies and life preserving tonics. Based on the Asian concept of maintaining a healthy balance between the yin and yang forces in the body, the range of medicinal herbs is startling, including roots, twigs, bark, dried leaves, seeds, pods, flowers, grasses, insects (like discarded cicada shells), deer antlers, dried sea horses, dried fish bladders, snake gall bladders, and rhinoceros horns. The herbalist, after learning about your symptoms (most will not likely speak English) and checking your pulse, will prescribe an appropriate remedy, using perhaps a bit of bark here and a seed there, based on wisdom passed down over thousands of years. A typical prescription might include up to 20 ingredients, which are often boiled to produce a medicinal tea. Many shops around here also specialize in ginseng and bird’s nest, both valued for their aid in longevity, energy, and a fair complexion. The bird’s nests are used in soups and are A classic Chinese specialty made from the nest of an Asian bird similar to the swift. These birds attach their nests to cavern walls in Southeast Asia by using their gelatinous spit. Mmmm.

Back on the peninsula of Kowloon, I discovered some more pretty unique markets. First was the Yuen Po Street Bird garden set inside a tree lined courtyard. Hundreds of chirping and squawking birds (if one could translate, I would guess they are saying, “buy me, please buy me!) are crammed in cages here just waiting to be brought into someone’s loving home…or to be set free. The noise of birds all around me was deafening. I’d never seen (or heard) anything like this. Not only were birds for sale, but many bird owners, all men, come to the market toting their cage for a sort of social visit. They sat facing their bird in its cage perhaps trying to strengthen their bond. The Chinese apparently have a soft spot for pet songbirds—and no where is this more apparent then here. These bird owners hang their cages up by the trees so their chirpy pets can kind of socialize and sing with their “free” bird brothers in the braches. Some set their cage facing other cages as if to see which bird their pet may have a connection with so they could buy a companion. It is either very sweet or quite torturous—I’m not quite sure which. But at least it seems the Chinese really care for their fine feathered friends.

Just around the corner from the sounds of the Bird Garden is the amazing smell of the Flower Market. Shop after open-fronted shop here sells orchids, roses, and other wonderfully aromatic flowers, at prices so inexpensive I wished I could take some home. Hong Kong is definitely a city that tickles all of the senses.

My next stop was the Goldfish Market, also just a few blocks away. Lining Tung Choi Street are dozens of aquarium shops with bags o’ fish just waiting to be put into a hopefully somewhat larger wet living space.

Just a five minute walk south brought me to what is known as the “Ladies Market.” Stall after stall of watches, purses, accessories, and clothing from Chinese jackets to cheap T-shirts to even bras.

Lastly, I came upon the Temple Street night market. This market sells items similar to the Ladies Market and is open every night from 4pm to Midnight. Also did I mention the amazing prices at these markets? I bought a ‘Kalvin Clein’ watch for just three bucks! Who cares if it’s a fake? For $3, I can buy a backup!

Just days before I arrived in Hong Kong, the locals were celebrating the Chinese New Year. It is the most important holiday of the Chinese year and pretty, colorful decorations cover the city—from peach and plum blossoms symbolizing the return of spring and “immortality” to small orange fruited kumquat trees in doorways which bring “good fortune.” It’s a fun and colorful time to visit Hong Kong, but I’m guessing by the little I’ve seen here, really anytime of year you won’t be disappointed.

This very vibrant and dynamic city was just a collection of small fishing villages when it was claimed by the British in 1842 after the Opium War. Hong Kong was returned to the Chinese just 10 years ago in 1997 and is now what’s called a “Special Administrative Region” of the People’s Republic of China.

Today, this former fishing colony is a huge international metropolis with nearly 7 million people and growing. I’ve seen a lot of small children in tow too—it seems every couple has got one of those cute Asian ‘dolls.’ They’re adorable—I’ve always had a soft spot for Asian babies—sorry, not all babies, really just the Asian variety. Ninety-five percent of Hong Kongers (doubt that’s a word) are Ethnic Chinese. But there is also a large community of foreigners with Filipinos, Indonesians, and Americans being the largest immigrant groups. In fact, I managed to unexpectedly see literally thousands of these immigrants in person. On a Sunday, I decided to check out the area on Hong Kong Island known as Causeway Bay. Little did I know, this was the weekly day off and a sort of “reunion day” for masses of these islanders. I later learned that a large number of households here in Hong Kong employ an ‘amah’ or live-in maid and most of these are from the Philippines and Indonesia. They come here on a two-year renewable FDH (foreign domestic helper) work visa to escape the dust and poverty of their homelands and make more money than they ever would back home. Unfortunately, I’ve also read that life isn’t all ‘smiles’ for them as it’s reported as much as 25% of these foreign domestic helpers suffer physical and/or sexual abuse from their employers. They work six days a week and collectively get Sundays off. It is quite a sight to behold—thousands descend upon Hong Kong’s parks and squares with their picnic blankets, snacks and catch up on each others’ lives and stories. I wanted to walk around Victoria Park, but it just became virtually impossible. At first, I thought it was some special festival going on…but apparently this is just the normal weekly routine.

Hong Kong has long the site of confrontation between East and West. This dynamic coastal city now faces the challenges of a split Chinese identity. Expatriates have flocked here, to the “Wall Street of Asia,” where steely skyscrapers hover over ancient temples and a few remaining rickshaws. The city offers a full-on assault of sounds, sights, and smells. This manic energy is exactly what makes Hong Kong so special.

When I stood on the tip of Kowloon Peninsula and looked out across the harbor to the full expanse of the Hong Kong island skyline – I couldn’t help but think this has got to be one of the prettiest skylines I’ve ever seen…even competing with Manhattan and the Chicago skyline which still gets me every time I return home. While other great cities like Paris and London took 10 to 20 generations to build, and New York about 500 years, Hong Kong built almost everything in the time since today’s young investment bankers were born.

Kowloon’s main thoroughfare is Nathan Road. It’s full of noise, color, lights, and crowds. It’s a bit of a sensory overload and not the spot to come for peace and quiet. There are a myriad of shops and malls full of more shops. And, just as in Tokyo, it seems there is no shortage of shoppers. Asians follow trends like the flies in Australia flocked to my face. And here in the East, they are drawn to all things cute—from the latest Japanese animated heroes to cuddly little animal phone charms. Even the most buttoned-up businessman has a little hello kitty or other little friend hanging off his Nokia wireless.

Just a seven minute and thirty cent jaunt across Victoria Harbor is Hong Kong Island. This 78 square kilometer (30 square mile) island is the Financial Center and heart of Hong Kong. It’s here that this amazing fusion of past and present collides. I walked around this canyon of modern skyscapers trying to constantly peer upwards at architectural masterpieces like the iconic Bank of China Building. This tower rises like a glass finger pointing into the sky. Designed by I. M. Pei, this 70-story futuristic building, with its crisscross pattern reminiscent of bamboo, also observes the principles of feng shui (Chinese geomancy), as do all modern structures in Hong Kong in an effort to maintain harmony with their natural environment. (Otherwise, disaster would surely strike — something no builder in Hong Kong wants to risk.) Close by is the hard-to-miss, colorfully lit HSBC Tower. It’s said to be one of the most expensive buildings in the world (almost US$1 billion) and attracts visiting architects the world over for its innovative external structure, rather than a central core. It was constructed from prefabricated components manufactured all over the world; the glass, aluminum cladding, and flooring came from the United States. Internal walls are removable, allowing for office reconfiguration. The interior is mostly an atrium and some either love it or hate it. Can my fellow Chicagoans say “James R. Thompson Center?”

As I headed up the hillside, I caught a ride on the Mid-Levels escalator—at 800meters long, it is the world’s longest covered escalator. I got off in Soho. This is the second city of my trip to have a neighborhood named Soho. Here it denotes being south of Hollywood Avenue. But surprise, surprise, it is a hip and cosmopolitan area full of international eateries and bars. Because this area is all on the side of a steep hill, leave it to those crafty Chinese to build these smart “people movers” or escalators all along the side of this mountain. No one has to over exert themselves climbing up to the bars for an after work drink.

During my nine hour flight to Hong Kong on Qantas Airlines I started to feel excited again and actually just a bit nervous. The old buzz of travel was back. Looking back on my trip thus far, the first part in Central & South America was great and somewhat different, but I am quite confident in my Spanish so it never felt that “foreign” and at different times over there, I had two friends meet up with me so I was never really alone all that long. Then, I had been in Australia awhile and although I liked it, I think I yearned for something a bit more foreign. I could’ve been in any city, USA.

One of the things I love about traveling somewhere new and far is it can be so different and completely unknown. I feel I can learn and be exposed to so much. I almost always get a window seat on planes and love the excitement when we dip down through the clouds and I can see a new city from high above for the very first time. Unfortunately, it was foggy and getting dark when we flew in here, but I was still getting butterflies and had a renewed desire for adventure. Part of me was nervous too—you never know exactly how hard it might be to ‘figure things out’ and if you will just get a good overall feeling. But once I hit the airport, I went into my ‘independent traveler’ mode: figuring things out, finding the right bus to town, getting cash at an ATM, and navigating my way to the city. They say ‘two heads are better than one,’ but I’ve definitely noticed a big difference when I’m alone. I’m less distracted and don’t have to listen to anyone or discuss anything with anyone—I can just look around and find what I need to find and go where I need to go. I therefore seem to use more of my brain which makes me focus better and faster. Because of this, perhaps one head uses 50% of its power, whereas two heads together probably each only use 25% each because of the other ‘distractions.’ So, in essence—I think I’m just better alone. I guess I’m not really traveling alone because I brought my “better half” with me—my brain.

I’m already in love with Hong Kong. After a long nine hour flight from Sydney, I was tired to say the least. Although, I did watch four movies back to back (to back to back!) on the flight which certainly helped the time, er, “fly.” I’ve never really been able to sleep in cars or planes (the sitting up thing just doesn’t work for me) so having movies to watch is always a bonus.

I dropped off my bags and checked into the Sealand House a small eight room hotel on the cheap end for Hong Kong at just $38 a night. I have my own room and with my first private bath in a couple months. But once I got into my room, I could see why it was inexpensive—the room is literally the size of my master bathroom back home. The double bed just about takes up all the floor space except where the door swings into the room. But I am NOT complaining—it’s clean, bright, and although the smell reminds me of my grandmother’s closets (mothballs), I like it.

Even after a long day, I normally would just crash and start fresh in the morning. But after riding the double decker bus from the airport down bright and busy Nathan Road, I was excited to just take a little walk around my famous neighborhood—Tsim Sha Tsui (pronounced Jim Sa Jui) in Kowloon.

As I walked up the street amidst the masses, I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. It was 9pm on a Wednesday night and all the stores were still open and people were out and about enjoying the mild night air—shopping, eating, and just general cruising. It was great. I liked this so much better than Sydney and Melbourne where all the stores literally shut their doors at 5pm every day. Here, the shops don’t close until 10:30pm every night, some are even open ‘til midnight. There are tons of sparkly jewelry stores, clothing stores, and literally every other store is a cosmetics & perfumery. I already got stopped by a couple guys trying to hawk their tailor’s custom made suits.

“We can make you a very nice suit. You like?” The hawker asked as he shoved a card of suit pictures in my face.

For some reason, I decided to only speak Spanish to them. This was a fun way to avoid the inevitable nuisance.

I love my new anonymity. It’s not like I was a celebrity in Australia, but for some reason, my American accent made me stand out in an odd way. Of course here, the way I look makes me stand out even more. But I could be from anywhere…just not Asia, well or Africa. Plus Hong Kong is a very worldly city. People are from everywhere, and thanks to the long time it was under British rule—English is everywhere. From my short little stroll I can see the city is clean, feels safe, and is so bright and lively…I can’t wait to see more.