I never tire of the view. I can sit for hours watching the ferries move across the glistening green surface, carrying Hong Kong commuters to and from the string of islands. Or moving towards Macao, another special administrative region of the People's Republic of China, where we just enjoyed a lovely Sunday with friends.
These days the harbor of Hong Kong feels more like a river than an open expanse. The land reclamation and construction projects on all shores give me the impression that the bustling waterway is being squeezed — but never subdued.
From my perch above the harbor there is so much to see: Cruise ships docking at Kowloon. Crisscrossing tug boats and law enforcement patrols. Single scull sampans with roofing made of matts carrying merry-making friends who are lucky to be sharing a special excursion.
Who wouldn’t love being here observing and experiencing this sensational convergence of natural beauty and commercial exuberance? Above, gusts of wind buffet circling hawks and cumulus clouds that play before a backdrop of emerald mountains, skyscrapers climbing up the mountain like the scales on a dragon's back, crowned by a magnificent peak, The Peak: Visual and spiritual perfection, the highest point on Hong Kong island.
That amazing modern Hong Kong skyline. Towers rise from water's edge and gracefully ascend. Corporate powerhouses and residential towers greet and reflect the dazzling morning sun, and then glitter in the night sky like clusters of neon stars for each evening's light show.
Mountains behind, gently curving traffic and harbour in front, part of the excellent feng shui which has helped to give Hong Kong its luck.
Mountains behind, gently curving traffic and harbour in front, part of the excellent feng shui which has helped to give Hong Kong its luck.
I love Hong Kong.
