July 2017
Sunday morning walks
Sunday
is my day for walking and public transport rather than driving. At about 8 in
the morning, I walk down Ede Road to Festival Walk shopping mall, go up several
floors to the food court to have my breakfast and then walk back to Kowloon
Tong Station for the train to Hung Hom. Instead of changing to West Rail Line
at Hung Hom, I get off there and walk to Tsim Sha Tsui.
Walks
on Sunday mornings are really relaxing. There is not much traffic nor are there
many pedestrians. Cornwall Road, for example, can actually be vacant with
neither cars nor people. And when I arrive at the footbridge overlooking the
Cross-Harbour Tunnel, I would stop and sometimes, even snap a shot of all those
lazy-looking traffic lanes. One to two hours later, these would be filled with
all kinds of vehicles carrying anxious drivers and passengers. I can also
detour to the waterfront and walk along the promenade. There is the Victoria
Harbor, though much down-sized, still amazing despite the maze of
monstrous-looking mega buildings clustering the waterfront. One thought always
comes to my mind as I stand there – we Hongkongers are miracle-workers. With
our hands and those of generations before us, we have built this safe, clean
and prosperous city we call home.
The
footbridge brings me to the fountain in Urban Council Centenary Garden in Tsim
Sha Tsui. I love fountains as the water columns transform the place into a
fairyland. Sometimes, I would tip-toe closer to feel the mist. I become
childish and girly! Well, there are not any on-lookers. The street-cleaners are
too busy with their work as to pay any attention to me.
After
crossing Chatham Road South, I arrive at Granville Road, one of the popular
streets to tourists. But it is too early for shopping sprees. Shops except for
some local restaurants offering breakfast, are not yet open. A big garbage
truck is parked near the restaurants with cleaners busily removing bags and
bags of rubbish from the door fronts and loading them to the truck. At the turn
of the street, the newspaper vendor is doing the last bit of tidying up.
By
then I would be all sweaty hyper with contentment for having exercised for
about 30 minutes. I arrive at Carnarvon Road and only minutes away from my
weekly 4-hour beauty session.
