Hong Kong

Finally. I'm home.

The eleven-day trip to HK was nothing but fun and full of memories.

*****

Days one to three were a blissful time with my chicks.

We had so much fun together, though we did nothing particularly touristy but sleeping-eating-drinking-watching football.

The pictures tell.










*****

Then came a week of pure boring, tear-inducing meetings.

Finally... My little man reappeared.



The last few days of my trip were nothing but touristy stuff this time.

Finally, I did the ferry to Macau.





It was a revelation - how 'new' the now-extinct Yaohan was in Macau.



The tiniest steam-roller I've ever seen.



I wished, for so many times during the trip, that I had a pram too.




I love Macau for the eclectic mix of old and new, of European and Chinese.



A sore thumb, the Calvin Klein store was - in the midst of the bustling old town.



I would never, ever eat this.



Er... neither would I ever name my shop this way.



The magnificently beautiful ruins of Saint Paul's cathedral.



Mom, and her grandkid.



This is how my nephie poops. Not pray.



And this is how much my nephie and I are in love with each other.




Ocean Park. A first for me too.



This is not an alien. It's just a sotong.






Another first. A ride up to the Peak.





*****

I have never enjoyed HK this much.

Still, I don't regret my decision.

=)