(However, I've chosen to upload all my photos in the Facebook album because I dunno how to upload pics. lol. u can visit it at
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=71979&l=253d4&id=561870022)The trip was initially meant to be a short trip to Shantou, ChaoZhou province to visit my aged grandmother, aged 91/92, who left Singapore 7/8 years ago and return to her hometown to "retire". Eventually, it included another segment in Hong Kong because it was the most interesting inbound/outbound stop we could contemplate, since Shantou City was like equidistant from Xiamen, GuangDong and HK. I think this point is quite obvious :pSo in the wee hours of the morning of 23 Nov, my elder sister and I took a cab down to Changi Airport and thus began our little vacation. We were on a return flight with Jetstar, and I swear if finances allow, I would never ever take budget airlines or stay in hostels ever again. Not that both were particularly bad, buut somehow, it still feels better to travel in style, right? (this seems to further strengthen my resolve to look for a rich woman to marry. lol)I shall talk about our Shantou phase first (which was supposedly the main point for this trip in the first place), and then the Hong Kong phase. Phase 1: Shantou, ChaoZhou. It is a 5 to 7 hours ride from Hong Kong to Shantou, In case you are wondering why there's such a difference, it is because of things like customs clearence, traffic conditions, whether the bus needs to refill petrol during peak hours etc etc. Anyway, the trip there was 7 hours in all! So u can imagine how ardous the journey was (okok i admit the bus is air-conditioned). There was also "entertainment" along the way. Some time during the really boring bus journey, we "spotted" one auntie a few rows in front cutting a guava and happily eating away. And kindly offering to people around her. I mean, it was really hilarious because there's only that many people who would cut up fruits in a bus and consume them. We half expected her to take out a durian next. Furthermore, we were getting quite worried over the bus trip, because reliable sources have confirmed our China relatives' assurance that Shantou was highly developed etc etc, but along the whole journey, all we saw was mountains, rocks, rivers and tombs. There was nothing particularly resembling a skyscraper. Naturally, we began to suspect we had been conned by some human trafficking organisation or something. So to our utter surprise, suddenly, a city just loomed in front of us in the last kilometres of the bus ride. Yes. Just like that. A city in the middle of nowhere. Like an oasis in a desert kinda stuff. In any case, we barely had time to rest in our hotel before our really hospitable "biao ge" (cousin), (and i sincerely mean it, not sarcastically) came to fetch us to our grandma's place. His house was just two storeys above my grandma's place, who was staying together with her son (known as "ah gu") (a.k.a my uncle, i.e. my mum's elder brother), who was 70+, and his wife (a.k.a . "ah kim"). My biao ge and his wife (a.k.a. "biao sao") and daughter (my niece) lived in an apartment on the 4th floor. My sis and I thought we would just have a simple dinner and grandma's house and we would be able to rest in the hotel. But No... we were shoved into a car, and sped away to ChaoZhou proper, which was about 100km away 9about an hour's car ride away). Over there, we met our "biao jie", and her daughter (who was also my niece). Now, this presented a very strange situation. If you look at my family tree, it was really weird, because it looked like this:1. Top: My Grandma (aged 90+)
2. Next level: My Mum (aged 50) and my uncle (aged 70+)
3. My generation: Me (20), My sisters (20+s), Biao Jie and Biao Ge (30+s)
4. The youngest generation: My nieces, aged 9 and 17. (which means to say I could, theoretically, become a grand-uncle in the next few years or so)So it was all very strange, indeed. They brought us on an accelerated ChaoZhou tour, and I must say I was very impressed by my cousins vast knowledge about the local conditions, as well as economics, religion, culture, etc etc. Come on, can you even tell people what is the newest development in Singapore? (and I'm not referring to the IRs.). they somehow managed to squeeze in a lavish dinner at a restaurant that night. The next morning was an equally rushed affair, because our bus back to Hong Kong was at 12.45pm. We went back to grandma's place, had some tea, then we all went to have brunch at an even more lavish restaurant (it even had a separate washroom in the room itself. ) with the family. So in that 20 hours or so, we accomplished the objectives of the trip, somehow, and was laden with all the local produce and tea which we dutifully lugged back to Singapore. An impressive feat, because there really was alot of it... Phase 2: Hong KongWe had arrived at Hong Kong International Airport in the late morning, via Jetstar, and there were lots to settle. Most prominently was securing the bus tickets to Shantou the next day. But first, we had to fill our stomachs. Somehow, we couldn't find a decent eatery in that part of Tsiam Sha Tsui which we were in. So we succumbed to Globalisation and went to... Macdonalds -.- Still, we were thankful to Ronald Macdonalds for allowing us not to have starved. It was akin to walking in to a UN meeting; you see like at least 10 different races and nationalities inside one Mac outlet. Having encountered some shocks (like the ticketing company had somewhat disappeared), we managed to eventually find the place to book the bus tickets , with blessings from the directions given by the hotel YMCA @ Salisbury Road. Btw, we just walked in and asked, since we didn't know what to do. lol. Having done that, we went to Yoshinoya (ok, Globalisation at work again) and discussed what to do at 4pm in Hong Kong, knowing that we had a 7am bus to catch the following morning. (no, we didn't eat there. but the grilled fish smelt really nice). Impromptu, we settled on heading south and catch the Star Ferry to Central, and go up Victoria Peak. We were rewarded by the sight of tons of tourist and locals (unsurprisngly), but with some luck, we managed to reach the peak, and it was freezing cold. Took some tourist-y photos and we concluded the day. No prizes for guessing what we ate for breakfast the next morning. Yes, Globalisation and Macdonalds -.- But we really couldn't find any eateries at 6am. So we thought. As we were walking to the Bus Terminal, we saw an aunty carrying lots of takeaways. Had we walked ten steps mroe, we would have a local breakfast. Moral of the story: Perseverance is a virtue...
Oh wait, something must be mentioned about the accommodation. Hotels are priced at at least 3 to 4 times the rate of hostels, and the latter cost at least $20+/pax/night. Reason being the lack of space, I guess. If you though Singapore was crowded, wait till you go Hong Kong. Claustrophobic is no exaggeration. And the hostel we stayed for the first night (and thankfully, one night only), was "highly recommended" by my sis's bf's brother. So we thought it a safe bet. But, we later on found out that it was really more a "shit-hole", in my sis's most colourful language. Earlier on, we had bought a local SIM card coz her hp was somehow not working, and she eagerly used her new SIM card to call back to Singapore and launched into a thesis on why the hostel was really not suitable for humans to stay in >.<>
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We reached Hong Kong (from Shantou) at around 7pm. This time, we stayed in Mong Kok ("Wang Jiao") which was by far more interesting, in our opinion. There was some night streets to tour, but really not much to buy. Seriously, transport and food, together with accommodation, can really strain your finances. So there's really not much to spent, and yes, this is an excuse for not having bought souvenirs for all of you :) The following day, we visited Po Lin Monastry on Lantau island, to see the Statue of Big Buddha. And had a really fantastic vegetarian lunch. It took a good part of the day, and we were left with enough time to tour a not-yet-fully-opened Temple Street, as well as a closed Tian Hou Temple :( The following morning, we went to Wong Tai Shin Temple, which was rather crowded, and against my sister's judgment, I dragged her to the nearby Chi Lin Nunnery in "Diamond Hill", and we were rewarded by the sight of a really serene religious ground that has yet to be despoiled by maddening tourist crowds. While located along a busy road, yet, upon entering the temple grounds proper, it was like another world of it own. Sure, the sights included the towering flats and buildings nearby, but you can't help but be absorbed by the sights in this place. We actually spent more time here than at Wong Tai Shin temple, which was really just crowd after crowd of people with lots and lots of incense to burn. It was truly a serene, refreshing place where you just walked around and all, looking at the occasional religious statues that are as intricately carved as most places elsewhere. A must-see actually. And, having a good half of the day (but not enough to tour Macau), we went to Ocean Park, took many touristy photos and felt really intelligent. Why? because we had ended on the "side" entrance of the Park, not the main entrance, and this actually resulted in us touring the more "correct part" of the Park first. And we could take the cable car down back to the main entrance, where we saw hundreds (maybe thousands) of tourists queuing in line to take the cable car ride up to the "correct part" of the Park. So in essence, we skipped the crowds and left just as all the crowds were swarming in. So that was about it. Not a particularly thrilling itenary, i admit, but lots of surprises and lessons learnt. And I actually know my relatives residing in China now, no longer vague hazy images that I couldn't relate to. ***
It is, however, with a rather heavy heart to learn about Wei Zheng's (my upper sec classmate) mishap in the Cambodia Dragon boat incident upon my arrival back in Singapore.He will be remembered.


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