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The pulse of Hong Kong

View of Hong Kong from Mid Levels.

View of Hong Kong from Mid Levels.

“Can you get to Vancouver on Friday?” texted my friend late Wednesday night. “I can get you to from Hong Kong from there.”

Ummm…

 

“Sure!” I said, from Calgary. One perk of being self-employed is that I can work from anywhere, any time, 70 per cent of the time.

Two days later, on Friday April 28, I started the voyage west, waaaay west. I landed Saturday night and was immediately whisked away by my long-time friend Digger and her husband, VC, to an 80s dance party. It was a lot of fun grooving to the tunes of my youth. (Am I old?) The action didn’t stop there. I was constantly on the move seeing the Hong Kong sights and eating the Hong Kong delights.

Hong Kong was incredibly different from what I had imagined it to be. I thought it would be one massive city with tall buildings everywhere, traffic honking all the time and people crowding the streets. However, it is not like that.

The city pulses and breathes along with the waves surrounding it. It’s a city of energy and is always awake. There’s a lot of steel and skyline made up of many skyscrapers that are surrounded by lush green hills. There are hiking trails and beaches and quiet spots right in the city. The weather was fantastic and a little bit humid and a little bit hot: not super moist and suffocating. My friends took me to Repulse Bay and I swam in the China Sea. The next day, we hiked the MacLehose Trail, a trail that crosses the New Territories, and played Frisbee on Tai Long Wan beach. I swam here too and kicked something large and soft under the water.

“There have been shark attacks here,” said VC and we quickly kicked to shore.

After an afternoon of surf and sun, we took a boat back to where we had left the car. I think bull riders at the Stampede get gentler rides. Let’s just say the ups were up and the downs were very hard downs. Nevertheless, it was a good way to get the sand off your towel and get a facial scrub at the same time.

From boats to buses, I took the #15 to Victoria Peak almost every day. The peak is an incredible look off over of the city and harbour from the top of Mount Austin – if the fog, humidity and smog don’t drift over the view out of the view. Before vehicles wound their way up the steep road, residents who lived at the top used sedan chairs – chairs that had poles on each side that people used to lift and carry up hill. That would be one tough hike for the porters.

Besides the bus, you can also take your own car or a taxi or the train. When you arrive at the peak, there are two malls and many places to eat and get out of the heat. I didn’t mind the warm temperatures (around 27 C) and humidity after surviving a cold and dry Calgary winter. 

The summit is great for getting the blood pumping to the legs after a long flight (although the dancing from the night before was good for that too.) The walk I did was mainly Harlech Road, a paved and flat loop that goes around the peak. Early in the morning, the path is used by runners and dogs and their walkers. Later in the morning, the path is full of tourists. (I was one of them on my first day.) The loop is about 3.5 km and took me an hour to complete.

One day, I went off the beaten path … and into the path of a wild boar. Some seniors warned me about the big pig and while I didn’t see it, I could hear it crashing through the forest. Another time, I took Plantation Road and saw some amazing houses. The peak is known for being at the top of the luxury real estate market. 

Hong Kong is renowned for its food and I sampled a lot, thanks to Digger and VC. We went to hotspots like Little Bao (bao is a steamed bun) and Ho Lee Fook (which means “good fortune for your mouth”). Both places had fresh and interesting cuisine that I had never tasted before. From Fish Tempura (fish in a bao) and Prawn Toast and Okonomiyaki – it was all spectacular. 

For a more traditional experience, we went for dim sum at Maxims. It was my first time for dim sum and it was amazing.

Maxims is in city hall and constantly full on Sundays, when we decided to go for brunch. But there’s an app that lets you get a number and wait at home instead of waiting in line. But I’ll wait in line all day for Maxims now that I know what dim sum takes like. Why haven’t I had dim sum before? I don’t know. It’s just nothing I’ve ever thought about.

Servers walk around with trolley full of mouth-watering treats. Some servers are nicer than others but the glares are part of the charm. There are hundreds of dishes to choose from and we only had about nine of them. It was filling and delicious.

Next week I’ll tell you my shopping stories. Oh goodies.

Shark bait

lake.

Lumsden Dam: inviting or scary?

Family Lines is my second business. My first business was teaching swimming lessons one summer. That was in 1992 and I had a tough time finding a student job. So I made my own.

I lived near a lake, Lumsden Dam, and I was already a lifeguard and a swim instructor. All I needed were swimmers. Nowadays one would put an ad on Kijiji but I didn’t have that option. Off to the family computer I went. (We only had one in those days.) I found some clipart of a man diving in to a puddle and added some wording around him about lesson costs and who to contact: me.

Next I had to print off the posters and pin them up somewhere. But where? I lived in the country and my clients were going to be from this area. There were no shops or cafes or even a gas station nearby. That’s when my mom told me I had to hand-deliver my marketing message. These weren’t posters, they were brochures.

That’s my worst nightmare. Knock on peoples’ doors and try to sell them stuff? Only weird people do that. Me? I’m not doing that. No way. Nooooooooo way.

“Yes way.”

With my mother behind the wheel of the SUV, we drove all around the neighbourhood, which was about an 8km radius. At every house where we knew there were kids, mom would park and watch me as I knocked on doors and handed out brochures. Where she couldn’t see me, I didn’t knock on the doors. I just left my pamphlet in the mailbox.

No matter how not-so-hard I worked on my grassroots marketing, I did end up with customers. The month of July, I spent at the beach instructing kids how to float and do the front crawl and the back crawl too. It was all going swimmingly except for one guy. Seth was probably around 12 and wouldn’t venture too far out into the lake. Why? He was afraid of the sharks.

Seth was a voracious reader and of course had a read a fact book about some sharks being able to live in fresh water. It made him wary of every shadow and flicker in the deeper water. It kept him close to shore.

Seth could already swim but I needed to evaluate a particular stroke, which meant he had to go further into the lake than his knees. Even though his three buddies weren’t being attacked in the open water, a few metres away, it didn’t matter. He was staying put.

Great White shark.

Great White Shark. New Zealand. Photo credit: Sorozatgyilkos fehér cápa / http://bit.ly/1IlVun1

Then a couple days later, I was watching a show on sharks. One of the experts on the documentary made a fascinating point: He said more people in Canada and the U.S. are killed each year by pigs – six times more than by sharks worldwide. (I just googled this old piece of trivia and it’s true. Click here for the Shark Foundation.) This was perfect timing. With this information, I could get Seth to start swimming in the lake.

At Seth’s next swim lesson, I told him the good news: pigs bite more than sharks.

“Oh great,” he said. “Now I have to watch out for floating pigs too.”

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