Pardon the title, but Hakuna Matata really is what I would use to describe my recent trip to Hong Kong with the family. Like the famous Lion King song goes, Hakuna Matata “means no worries for the rest of your days”, and that’s how it basically went for my parents’ bank accounts – well sort of. I took care of the fight and hotel expenses, gave them shopping money, and covered most of the food costs. They still spent quite a bit though – but mostly on drinks and a bit of souvenir shopping.
The trip was meant to be a thank you of some sort. I’ve been crazy blessed to have a pair of hardworking parents who’ve not only given me the benefits of a good education, but they’ve also graciously sponsored so many of my trips – especially the ones I had while on exchange in NUS (oops!). Not to mention, they’re probably the most patient ones I know, what with all my emotional outbursts and bits of teenage angst.
The point is, my mom and my dad are practically the two most amazing people I owe everything to. And I wanted to surprise them with a gift that showed how much I appreciate every single thing they’ve done.
One of the things I absolutely love about Hong Kong is how each turn ends up being another option for a meal. Low and behold, we arrived at our hotel completely starving at around 10pm and wandered around looking for a place to eat. After one left turn, we were met with stalls decorated in Chinese characters, with proud displays of roast ducks hung on silver rods. Ah, we found dinner.
A tip for tourists: ask for a menu with English words when you feel overwhelmed with all the Chinese characters. If a “foreigner-friendly” menu isn’t available, you can always use your fingers to point at the dish you want.
Had I not been too full, I would’ve grabbed an ice-cream cone from the truck. Heck, I would’ve probably gotten one in every flavor available. But I guess my diet of unli-milk-tea-and-everything-else-delicious-in-HK was just too much to handle. It took around 3 hours of walking before the uncomfortable feeling in my esophagus went away.
Fortunately enough, the bright lights and busy streets of Hong Kong kept the attention away from my burning insides. There was just much to see. Too many illuminated signs – each trying to garner for attention. Too many opportunities to people watch – fashion forward girls, elderly couples strolling hand in hand. Too many shops to pop inside of – Sasa, H&M, and a few other ones that I don’t know the names of.
I’ve always known myself to be a city girl. It’s what I’m used to and where silence is almost non-existent. But maybe in some twisted way, I like the city because I’ve found quiet in it’s busy-ness. It gives me a way to mute my thoughts and instead lose myself in something else.