I just don't like it.
Not one bit.
Debarkation is never fun. No one ever wants to leave. But as someone once said, "you must first say goodbye before you can say hello again."
Right. It still sucks.
Luggage off. Check.
Hail and farewell (for now) to Jimmy and Cynthia. See you in November, Cynthia!
New crew ready to sign on.
Veranda washing day!
The signs....the signs of Hong Kong!
I wonder if there is a "No Watch Company".
Even street signs look awfully cool when they're BOTH in Chinese and English.
This made me think of my friend Susanne. She's always busy.
On the ferry, this sign just cracked me up...
I simply don't know WHAT to make of this one, but it made me laugh.
We all ordered some "chops" or handcarved chinese signature seals, at the
Chinese Arts and Crafts Store.
We asked around, and found
Crystal Jade, one of those "local" restaurants where we, once again, were the only occidentals.
Then it was time for, you guessed it, another foot massage.
All four of us at once. They had to call in reinforcements. It hadn't been busy until we arrived.
I don't know what Bill is watching on the telly, but he sure seems interested.
Ahhhhhhhhh.
Nothing like a communal footrub.
Revived, we freshened up at our hotel, the
Intercontinental....
Before meeting up with Merrill/Bob and Andi (who, remember, were NOT getting off the ship, but continuing on the full World Cruise) and headed across the Harbor on the Star Ferry.
What a charming name!
One store that is never quiet, no matter where one is in the world.
Ah.....our destination.
The
Captain's Bar, where we raised a toast to Eleanor, our Auntie Mame!
(or mother, in the case of Merrill and Suzanne!)
Ale is still served in silver tankards.
And Merrill Bob is a happy boy.
Waiting for dinner reservations...
The Chinese food in
Man Wah at the top of the Mandarin Oriental was outstanding.
We made one final lap through the hotel where Eleanor came to visit Merrill while he was serving in the Marines during the Vietnam War.
(Yes, really..She and my Uncle Robert flew to Hong Kong to meet Merrill when he was given some R&R. How many servicemen can say their parents visited them in the middle of a war???)
Just a beautiful ending to a beautiful trip.
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