If London has a strong pulse, then Hong Kong has it’s own circadian rhythm. Life in the city seems to continually flow through the intricate network of concrete veins that permeate every block, with very little opportunity for locals to stop and sample their own smorgasbord of culture. As a visitor to this Far East hub for three days, there was plenty of opportunity for me to pause and drink in the oriental atmosphere. Foods of all varieties, colours of every palette, streets dedicated to canine and avian friends, and the incredible spectrum of neon lights only surpassed by the accompanying electricity bill. Look ahead and you see a city in transit; a clash of east and west. Look up and you receive an expert lesson in symmetry and architecture. Look down, if you’re high enough, and you’ll understand why they call this the Pearl of the Orient.
Have you ever visited Hong Kong? What are your favourite memories?