Hong Kong High Rises

So on the way to start my Mongolian horse army, I decided to pay a visit to Greg. He assured me during a Christmas catch up that Hong Kong would be somewhere unexpected and a place I would love. The man was not wrong. As Greg was off conquering all things financial, I spent the first few days there alone, kicking back in an apartment with the view below. Hong Kong is a wild mess of people, high rises, temples and markets all compacted around a port that has served many a pirate. This very organised mess is only contained to about 20% of the island, the rest is tropical greenery that contains beautiful trails and warrants further exploring.

Exploring the city with limited dollars meant I ended up eating in a few very authentic places. My favorite was one day at a second floor dim sum restaurant that smelt amazing and where I never had any idea what I was eating. Through the noise of Chinese chatter, spitting and scraping plates, I heard a woman call out. I looked up to see an Asian lady beelining for me between a maze of dim sum trolleys. She sat down next to me with aplomb. "You can't eat your dumplings like that, you will burn your mouth." She proceeded with a good half an hour lesson on dumpling eating and general Hong Kong goodness. I like this place. 

Upon Greg's return, I was treated to some amazing food and views across the harbour. The day I left, we scaled the Peak behind the city. This was where the British would reside on high as mosquito born diseases plagued the city below. As sedan chairs are now a no go, Greg and I marched our over-martini-ed-from-the-night-before selves up the Peak and suffered for a view deemed suitable for a monarch. Now time to jump on Mongolian Airlines and head to Ulaanbataar.