Our flight does not leave until the afternoon to India, so there is time for a little more touring before we leave Hong Kong.
We hop on the hotel shuttle bus to catch a ride to the dock area, then hoof it over to the City Hall. Inside, on the second floor, is Maxim's Palace. This is a dim sum restaurant housed in what must once have been a grand reception hall or ballroom of City Hall. The location is close to the Hong Kong harbor and the view does not disappoint. We are lucky to be here fairly early on Sunday, because their brunch is justly popular with the locals. We begin selecting luscious samples from the carts that roll by. I let the squid roll on past, but have some shrimp rolls, liver sausage, eggplant, vegetable and egg spring roll, shrimp with pepper, beef with orange sauce dumplings and mango pudding. All washed down with some fine tea. By the time we leave, there is a long line waiting to get in.
We take a taxi back to the hotel, finish packing, ride the hotel shuttle again to the train station and arrive in plenty of time at Hong Kong airport for our flight to New Delhi, India.
India is a country where many means of spiritual meditation are available: mantras, spoken chants such as "Om"; yantras, drawn diagrams; sutras, written adages; and, illustrated at the airport, mudras, ways of configuring the hand.
At the airport, we experience a problem when the first bank of welcoming drivers with signs does not include our name. After some phone calls, and wandering about, we finally discover a second group of greeters outside the terminal. After connecting with our drivers, the ride to the hotel is quick, but exciting. This is our first exposure to the frenetic driving patterns in India where lane dividers and traffic lights are treated as mere suggestions. We will learn that the lateness of the hour has made this first trip relatively un-alarming.
We hop on the hotel shuttle bus to catch a ride to the dock area, then hoof it over to the City Hall. Inside, on the second floor, is Maxim's Palace. This is a dim sum restaurant housed in what must once have been a grand reception hall or ballroom of City Hall. The location is close to the Hong Kong harbor and the view does not disappoint. We are lucky to be here fairly early on Sunday, because their brunch is justly popular with the locals. We begin selecting luscious samples from the carts that roll by. I let the squid roll on past, but have some shrimp rolls, liver sausage, eggplant, vegetable and egg spring roll, shrimp with pepper, beef with orange sauce dumplings and mango pudding. All washed down with some fine tea. By the time we leave, there is a long line waiting to get in. We take a taxi back to the hotel, finish packing, ride the hotel shuttle again to the train station and arrive in plenty of time at Hong Kong airport for our flight to New Delhi, India.
India is a country where many means of spiritual meditation are available: mantras, spoken chants such as "Om"; yantras, drawn diagrams; sutras, written adages; and, illustrated at the airport, mudras, ways of configuring the hand.At the airport, we experience a problem when the first bank of welcoming drivers with signs does not include our name. After some phone calls, and wandering about, we finally discover a second group of greeters outside the terminal. After connecting with our drivers, the ride to the hotel is quick, but exciting. This is our first exposure to the frenetic driving patterns in India where lane dividers and traffic lights are treated as mere suggestions. We will learn that the lateness of the hour has made this first trip relatively un-alarming.
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