The theme for this trip, between Hong Kong and Macau, was lots of walking. But I honestly don't know what else one would do in Hong Kong. Other than shopping or doing a few touristy things like going to a museum or taking a tour, it seemed to me that the one thing that really differentiates Hong Kong from any other place I've been was the architecture ... and that, one can only take in by walking.
But wait, you might ask, what about the culture?! The people?! This is Chinese at its roots!
Except ... I don't know if I simply didn't go to the right places or I wasn't REALLY as immersed in the culture as I thought I was, but it honestly felt like ... like just one giant Chinatown.
(Okay, I kind of hung my head in shame there for a moment.)
I don't know if maybe America's chinatowns are becoming more authentic with the ever-increasing immigrant populations, or maybe Asia's just becoming more westernized, but I really felt like everything was familiar ... until they were not. And then Hong Kong got to point and laugh at my naivety.
I'll make a posting later with the photographs of the cityline and amazingly fascinating skyscrapers, but on this particular evening, I obviously took the ground-level view. In hindsight, I was pretty ambitious, especially considering that my knee was only just beginning to make some progress, but I wandered all over a good half of the southern part of the city; from Nathan Road to the ferry terminal on the west side, and then even puzzling out the subway system to get to the night market just before it closed at midnight: