Hong Kong is a cool city. I had to get out of the airport and check it out. I’m too ADHD to sit between connections for six hours. Basically, I left Sydney, flew to Hong Kong, from there to Zurich, then on to Prague where I boarded a country train bound for Třinec.
It’s a little scary travelling with a lot of photography equipment alone, especially when I take it as carry on luggage. But I’d rather put up with the small annoyance than let it out of my sight. I got the camera out in downtown Kowloon, if only just to take some quick snaps of the dinner I ate. It’s tempting to just wander on in to a Macca’s or KFC – I’d been past a few – and partake of the pleasures of the familiar. Side note: there must be traces of cocaine in McDonald’s burgers – they don’t even taste that good but sometimes you just crave them…
Anyhow, I had to try the local cuisine while I was there. It’s part of the cultural experience. I sat down in a small restaurant and ordered some fried rice. It was amazing.
As I sat there sipping on my hot tea (which, come to think of it, probably combined with the rice to make a potion inside my belly slightly reminiscent of sago), I realised that’s what travel is about, and that’s why I love it. It’s the random, one-off experiences in a tiny cafe in a side street in Hong Kong, rather than the cheeseburger from McDonald’s. It’s the dodgy sunglasses you buy for 10 bucks instead of the Ray Ban knock-offs you got last year from Cambodia for $1.
Right now, I’m sitting in my hotel room in Třinec, Czech Republic, about to drop off to a much-needed sleep. I can barely lift both my eyelids. More tk…
by Levi
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