After a few days on the sun drenched beach at Kota Kinabalu, I wasn't really prepared for a foggy day in Hong Kong.
This was back Kai Tak was the international airport of Hong Kong and Chek Lap Kok was still a dream. I always enjoyed the landing on runway 13 at Kai Tak but I've a feeling the pilots might have been stressed, first with maneuvering onto the glide path and them with stopping in time. I still recall the high rise building with red and white checkerboard markings to make them obvious to the pilots.
The summit of Mount Kinabalu had been cold but dry. My first day in Hong Kong was cold and wet, but I resolved to make the most of it, eating dim sum from a hole-in-the wall cafe and strolling along Tsim Sha Tsui and salisbury Road, at the southern end of Kowloon, overlooking Victoria Harbour.
The photo below is from somewhere on the Kowloon waterfront near salisbury Garden looking across Victoria Harbour to the island. The high rises across the harbour stand like ghostly sentinels is a serene scene. A nearly empty tour boat plies its way across the harbour while a sampan travels in the opposite direction. But that was all an illusion. In truth I was being buffeted by the cacophony of commerce from the streets to the north of me.
