Saturday, November 8, 2014

Go Eat and Drink and Feast Go East

Except we’re old men.  (If you remember the Elvis song.)  
Most boring blog ever.  Wake me up when there's a Kalli Wag in site.

At any rate, early rise on Friday, out of the hotel at seven, wheeled our baggage twenty meters to Central Station.  Then, I kid you not, it was almost a kilometre to the actual platform!  Then an hour to Narita.  They could do it in half but for some reason (either the tracks, or the route) the Bullet Train goes only about 60kms for big stretches.  We checked in, glided through security (not extremely cautious, SS forgot to empty his pockets and no sensor went off.  For a country with so many sensors, including no less than six on our last toilet seat, that seemed out of keeping).  The lounge was pretty mediocre but they did have a decent coffee machine.  We boarded around ten.




Our flight, although international, was comparable to YVR to YYZ; about five hours, give or take.  We flew AC across the Pacific on an elderly 767 but this was a brand spanking new 777-200.  It’s also CP’s “regional” biz class which boasts “comfortable” spaces and storage within easy reach.  The config was 2-3-2; we had the centre second row, three seats, middle empty, a pretty common practice in Europe.  No amenity bag, no full recline.  It was much more spacious than what AC offers on domestic trips and with a much better, larger and clearer AV system, but not “the best business class in the world” as of Jan 2014 in Skytrax.  Lunch was more than half decent though.  Three cold starters including truffled mushrooms and soba noodles, a hot entrée (the Wagyu beef paled to the JG Hida I’d eaten yesterday), a cheese course, fresh fruit, then Hagen Dasz for those of us who still eat sugar.  Early arrival at HKG, first off the plane, first through Customs, about third for baggage, and onto the 24 minute express train to Hong Kong Central.  There we transferred to the local one stop, then a very short walk, maybe five minutes, to the hotel.  But we were dripping!

It was 25 or so, super humid, very sticky.  It was oozing tropics.  We unpacked then went out for a walk.  Our hotel is on Queen’s Road, the first road built by the British (back when it was Queen’s Town, before it was Victoria, before, etc., etc.).  But we are at the far west end, where it’s narrow and antiquated and teeming with old shops and industries next door to trendsetting boutiques and of-the-moment restaurants.


We had both been too consumed with work to book our HKG hotel.  There was a great weekend three night deal at the #2 hotel on TA, including a late checkout, but we both let it slide until in the end the offer disappeared.  Then, without a hotel, we were sort of at a loss.  So as a last minute decision we decided to go the non-hotel route.  Andre Putman, the late (depending on your taste) great French designer, designed a boutique place here where you get a wh0le floor (it’s a suite, yes, but the building is narrow and small).  There are three rooms with one whole wall of glass.  Small kitchen, bedroom, large bathroom.  Very nicely designed and with some great amenities (electric blinds, day and night light switches, built in appliances, Villeroy and Boch bathroom) but there’s no hotel amenities, twice daily maid, room service or restaurant, or pool, or anything like that.  It’s sort of meant for long stays.  All in, we are pretty satisfied.








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