Below Belief

Today we take a long hot walk to the ‘Peak’, on the hills rising high behind the apartments and dominating the skyline of Hong Kong. By the time we get to the top in the almost tropical heat I look and feel like I’ve had a shower with all my clothes on. To the million or so Chinese already at the top who chose, wisely, to come up by tram we must look like intrepid Amazon explorers. Either that or crazed exercise freaks.
The views are very impressive even if somewhat spoiled by the number of people to be waded through before being able to seeing anything. From the peak you can watch over the whole of toy-town Hong Kong – much as the Gods might. A whole metropolis packed into one small eyeful. Tiny aeroplanes take off one a minute from the water-bounded runway and skyscrapers bask bright in the reflected sunlight from all the other skyscrapers.
So we sit on the top eating our lunch, admiring the views and cursing the crowds before taking the steep tram down the hill to Central once more. The heat is exhausting for a walk around and anyway most of the big buildings, like the Bank Of China we’d hoped to get inside, are closed for the holidays. So we troop back to the flat for another dose of air conditioning and a home cooked garlic monster for dinner.
My night’s sleep – my turn on the ‘short-straw’ living room floor – is punctuated by Andrew returning at 3am to watch loud American soaps on TV and shortly afterwards (or so it seems) by Robert and his cartoons at 8am.

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