I started the Journey from Manchester – Dubai in which being true to myself I lost my wallet in Dubai airport. Getting in some last-minute training trying to locate this lost wallet, running from one side of the airport to the other. I am Dreading getting my phone bill due to the amount of time spent on the phone from Dubai to China trying to resolve the fact I had no cards to check in.
With 15 minutes until my connection, my wallet was luckily handed in. Maybe my luck was in? After my friend, Debbie unfortunately had to cancel. I was even more apprehensive about this trip than I should have been. I landed around 3 in the afternoon.
The efficiency in which they process you at Hong-Kong airport is amazing. Like cattle to slaughter I tried to figure out how to get to my hotel. I jumped on the airport express to Kowloon northern Hong Kong. I was again amazed at the simplicity of the service. After jumping on a free shuttle bus K3* I headed to the hotel the Grand Hyatt. When driving through the city on thing that looked familiar (reminiscing to Beijing) was the haze of smog.
Whilst on the move to the hotel, I thought I would double check my pick-up time for my race Kit on my correspondence. Amongst the info, I spotted a time of 16:00 – 17:00. Surely this was for Saturday? My heart skipped a beat. It was in fact today, WHHHHHAAAATTT?? I had 45 minutes to check into the Hotel, then navigate Hong-Kong like it was my home town. Impossible!
After I finished the check in I ran back down to reception and asked where the pickup point for my kit, that was noted on my letter. I said “how far away is this? “The reply “about 15 -20 minutes”. I was being tested. Dashing outside, fitting in some last-minute training. I began navigating the streets of Hong Kong. At every turn being asked if I wanted a Rolex, a suit or something Special. Somewhere on my map looked familiar Nathan Rd. Hang on! this was the opposite end of where I needed to be. I ran and ran. A fellow runner too k pity on me and directed me to the sports center. Arriving at 16.57 I had just made it. Flashing my passport and official letter, as if I was at immigration.
The official said you look Hot, at first I was like. THANKS! Then realized he meant hot and sweaty. Advising I had just landed, he responded by advising I could have just collected my goodies tomorrow. I pointed to my letter and he advised it was to avoid a rush.
Heading back to the hotel with my bright pink bag, peeling my sweaty T-shirt from my back. It sunk in I was here alone and doing it. Little old me. No going back.
As it was getting late I donned on some shorts and t-shirt and meandered down to the harbor. I had heard about the miraculous Light show. On the way down the residents dressed in scarfs and duffel coats, all took side glances. I was roasting them however, the opposite. After waiting for the count down for about an hour. I can only say I was disappointed to say the least.
I headed back to the hotel once again, I needed to sleep. There streets where blocked and sirens raging. I thought it must always be this busy. The streets had traffic cops stood directing traffic, Like in the films!
Avoiding the suit and Rolex sellers. I had made it back, totally oblivious what had what was going on , To be Cont ………………………