Does anyone know how hard it is to buy a waving cat in Hong Kong? It's
bloody hard, apparently. My 14 year old son had requested one and as any parent knows, we will move mountains for our kids. Now, I would have no problem in Hot Dollar back home, but this little plastic artifact remained elusive through our 2 day odyssey. I searched through every store, every side lane and every gift shop. Despite my best efforts and limited Chinese, I could not find it anywhere. I must have atrocious translation because they kept offering me canned breast milk formula. I almost accepted it in the end as I was tired and cranky. But I am 56 years old. You do the math.
We were returning to our hotel to prepare for packing, my shoulders were low and I was seriously thinking of going back and getting the formula (weird huh). Out of the corner, across the street and far away, there was a beacon of hope: a small shop that bore the sign SOUVINIR (sic).
Dare we? Should we? Of course we should. We vaulted across and down the street as fast as two fifty somethings
not wearing Spandex could fly. Inside was a treasure trove of small gifts and souvenirs. There, atop of the highest pile of insignificant stuff was - (you guessed it) A WAVING CAT! I almost cried. I could barely pick it up. I held it in my hands and shook with laughter. The poor shopkeeper must have thought I was quite mad.
It's not just the fact that I now had the toy, which I should remind you all, was worth around AUD10. It was the thrill of the chase I guess. I felt like Indiana Jones when I found that cat. I had taken Kowloon on.
And triumphed.
We then bought a bag load of trinkets for our kids and wandered happily back to the hotel, our precious feline cargo (still waving) - tucked safely under my arm.
At 3:30pm we called time on our Hong Kong sabbatical. We bid the Intercontinental farewell and called a cab. The trip to the airport was fabulous, as I had not seen much of this part of the city when we arrived so late. I had my head out the window like a dog chasing the wind. I was astounded at the volume and concentration of residential buildings that line the coast. Our transfer was swift thanks to a 20 year old driver we shall call Craig Lowndes, because that's how he drove.
It wasn't too long before we were tucked into some comfortable lounge chairs in Club Autus. Again, we made good use of the showers and truly felt a million bucks afterwards. I settled in with a good crossword and enjoyed another Scotch. Hubby caught up on some NRL news and a few beers, then we made our way to the departure gate. It was around 19:30 when we took our seats. Our vivacious crew member, Narelle introduced herself and offered us a pre departure bubbly. Who's gonna say no to that?
Narelle was a platinum tipped firecracker. She was funny, warm and friendly with a shock of short, ultra blonde hair. She was an excellent host, always stopping by for a chat or making sure I was comfortable. She had noticed I was wearing a rather light blouse and she said "I'm going to give you a doona straight away, it may get cool early on through the flight". It's little gems like this that made me feel so pampered. The cabin was half full, but we almost had Narelle all to ourselves, as most of the passengers were sitting on the other side.
Pushback was right on schedule and we joined a rather long and complicated line of different jets all wishing to use the runway from various entry points. Obviously our A332 requires a back of the bus takeoff, so we had the longest wait with other similar sized birds. I didn't care, as it is a pet hobby to watch everyone coming and going. I was entertained thoroughly before it was our turn to rev those bad boy engines and pummel down the runway. Takeoff is my favourite thing and I just adore the way an airplane shudders and shakes as it gains momentum at such high speed. I'm always in awe of how weightless I feel and this one was no exception. The lift was smooth and as we climbed into the night sky, I managed to film a few precious seconds of a majestically illuminated Hong Kong carpet. She was as pretty as any city I have ever seen from this perspective and I immediately wished I had one more day to get to know her better.
Just after takeoff, we were presented with some stuffed olives and parmesan cookies, which were an excellent way to get the tastebuds going.
Next, was a serve of their famous garlic bread. As there was so few passengers, Narelle insisted on loading me up with as much as I wanted. There goes the waistine..
Then for starters, I ordered the Tomato and buffalo mozzarella salad with olives, basil and balsamic,
Followed by Atlantic Salmon with kipfler potatoes, roasted fennel, capsicum, capers and basil.
I had the cheese plate again for dessert, but the presentation is the same and I've already posted a photo. Suffice to say, it was exceptional again.
And here's where Virgin really shines. Consider the size of an average airline galley - multiply these plate by 20 and you will have a new appreciation of just how hard the cabin crew must work, getting these details right. Even our half full cabin would be a challenge. The presentation of every dish is to be commended and the quality of food was beyond delicious.
I'm dreading the thought of going back to the melamine and foil combo in (ugh) e-c-o-n-o-m-y. Sounds like a swear word, doesn't it?
Anyhoo, after dinner I managed to squeeze in some brain training with another crossword, then sleep beckoned and I changed into the all new Virgin Australia jim jams. I do like these better, they held their shape well. But I would just love a shorts option as the plane was extremely warm and those long jammies made for a hot me.
Not in a good way folks.
I enjoyed a decent nap and was again, woken by my husband. This time his fingers holding my nose together. It's like I'm travelling with a small child.
Breakfast was a hearty plate of bacon, eggs and too many sides to mention. The smoothie was a meal in itself and my cappuccino was top notch.
Melbourne was opening her sleepy eyes as we approached.
Next: The Final Leg