Today proved to me exactly how efficient the transportation service in Hong Kong is. In the morning I started with a trip on a double decker bus. It took me to the Wan Jai harbour where I took the 10 minute ferry ride to Tsim Sha Tsui. From there on I walked the whole neighbourhood and back, such that my feet are red and aching still.
TST is known for its vast quantity of informative museums. Being a lover of the past, I chose to spend two hours of my time at the Hong Kong Museum of History.
Later on I visited one of the last remants of the surprisingly large Indian population that seems to thrive in TST. I arrived at the mosque only to find that I was unable to enter because I'm not muslim, female and or course not covered from head to toe in black. Nevertheless I strolled around and snapped some shots from outside. Kowloon Park, previously the place where Indian troops bunkered down in WW2, was next to the mosque. Trees and man-made ponds provided cooler temperatures and the gossiping men made it a treat for photographers.
Not long after I made it up north to yet another Tin Hau Temple, bigger than the one from yesterday. There I watched as old men huddled around chinese chess games.
I wandered further into the west side on Mong Kok to find a temperory bazaar (like a food court). There I shared a table with an old man and had a bottle (glass!) of coke. The lady working there later made me pay HKD $7 ($1) for it. RIP OFF!
After many wrong turns, I finally made it to the Jade Market. Western looking people were swarmed with offers while I was ignored, much to my approval. I enjoyed walking through the stalls until I whipped out my camera. At that instant people started realizing that if I had enough money to buy a camera, I would be rich enough to buy their jade pieces. Not long after I left.
Dynamic this part of town is, I began to lose interest fast as my feet groaned with every step. The Ladies Market was not what I had previously thought it to be. It was full of clothes, souvenirs and other trinket that I would not buy normally anyway. The opportunities for photographs were plentiful though, much until a lady said "no photo". Hah, I took the picture anyway and smiled as if her english was too poor to understand. The day was ending so I headed south to the harbour.
On the way back I made a small detour to Temple Street Night Market only to find owners setting up their stalls. Boo.
TST is known for its vast quantity of informative museums. Being a lover of the past, I chose to spend two hours of my time at the Hong Kong Museum of History.
Later on I visited one of the last remants of the surprisingly large Indian population that seems to thrive in TST. I arrived at the mosque only to find that I was unable to enter because I'm not muslim, female and or course not covered from head to toe in black. Nevertheless I strolled around and snapped some shots from outside. Kowloon Park, previously the place where Indian troops bunkered down in WW2, was next to the mosque. Trees and man-made ponds provided cooler temperatures and the gossiping men made it a treat for photographers.
Not long after I made it up north to yet another Tin Hau Temple, bigger than the one from yesterday. There I watched as old men huddled around chinese chess games.
I wandered further into the west side on Mong Kok to find a temperory bazaar (like a food court). There I shared a table with an old man and had a bottle (glass!) of coke. The lady working there later made me pay HKD $7 ($1) for it. RIP OFF!
After many wrong turns, I finally made it to the Jade Market. Western looking people were swarmed with offers while I was ignored, much to my approval. I enjoyed walking through the stalls until I whipped out my camera. At that instant people started realizing that if I had enough money to buy a camera, I would be rich enough to buy their jade pieces. Not long after I left.
Dynamic this part of town is, I began to lose interest fast as my feet groaned with every step. The Ladies Market was not what I had previously thought it to be. It was full of clothes, souvenirs and other trinket that I would not buy normally anyway. The opportunities for photographs were plentiful though, much until a lady said "no photo". Hah, I took the picture anyway and smiled as if her english was too poor to understand. The day was ending so I headed south to the harbour.
On the way back I made a small detour to Temple Street Night Market only to find owners setting up their stalls. Boo.
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Ugh, I knew you had a blog somewhere about your trip..a month late finding it!
"At that instant people started realizing that if I had enough money to buy a camera, I would be rich enough to buy their jade pieces." Love that :D That's why I'm too afraid to pull out cameras sometimes when I'm out haha
- Natalie
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