I am better, I think. Enough, anyway, to swim in the pools and rediscover the underwater muzak. And to wonder the following:
1. why do women start sunbathing at 7.30 in the morning?
2. why - and how - do women put on their make-up on public transport?
A trip to the Peak yesterday. The Peak Tram is pulled up a very steep hillside by a very thick cable. At one point, I swear we were almost vertical. At the top, there is a pleasant circular stroll around the Peak on Lugard Road. (Interruption here from Simon, after a query as to how Lugard is spelled:
“Of course, Lugard is the founder of Nigeria”.
Pause.
“Though you'd better check that.”
Another pause.
“At least, I think he is.”)
Note to Simon: Define “of course.”
Anyway: the Lugard Road stroll is decorated by a fine view of Hong Kong, which is water and skyscrapers. The soundtrack is the continuous rumble - or grumble - of commerce. Round the bend, the greenery gets more lush and the commerce noise disappears. Hong Kong, when it's not concrete, is very very green. There are helpful signs along the way about how many types of bamboo/butterflies/tea plants there are to be found. There are also, on the non-viewing side, signs indicating Slope Registration Numbers. Each slope in Hong Kong is registered. I don't know why.
St. John's Cathedral is a short walk from the Peak Tram station. It is the only cathedral I've visited which has ceiling fans. It's also the only cathedral I know of with a second-hand shop which advertises “Pre-loved clothing.” In the cathedral, some people were praying, but most were asleep.
Lunch was at Eat:Plus. Slogan: Noodles have no boundaries.
Dinner was at Cipriani. No slogan.