Welcome to the Wetland Park.
The Hong Kong Wetland Park is located in Tin Shui Wai in the northwestern part of the New Territories. It took a little more than an hour to reach the site to from Kowloon. It was necessary to take the MTR, then light rail and then walk five minutes to arrive at our destination.
After another mass shooting, many Americans feel their efforts to stop this madness are futile. Nothing seems to ever change. Another white man kills many people and we are still encouraged to hate brown people. I refuse to hate anyone. I don’t care what color their skin is.
I will mourn today, but I will also go to work and help to put out a newspaper. I will do my part to continue to inform readers. I will think about Rob Hiaasen, John McNamara, Wendi Winters, Gerald Fischman, and Rebecca Smith, and how their lives were cut short because of someone else’s anger. And we will all continue to put out our newspapers.
It’s been known for a long time that I’m liberal, an atheist, and I generally let you know what I’m thinking. I speak for those who can’t. I speak openly about my own mental health issues and try to raise awareness when I can. Yet, I’ve always strived to be respectful to people who think differently and I let other people voice their opinions.
I also know that there are people in this town who hate me because I am different from them, I won’t back down when the truth is on my side, and because they believe the rhetoric that I am “fake news.”
The entrance to the Peak Tram.
We were told you couldn’t visit Hong Kong without visiting Victoria Peak to see the views of skyscrapers and Victoria harbor. Locally known as The Peak, it is the highest mountain on Hong Kong Island at 1,811 feet.
Part of the Macau skyline.
The most densely populated area in the world also wagers more dollars in a single year than all of Las Vegas. Casinos are everywhere. It is the pre-eminent gambling capital of the world. We came for the history.
Until 1999, Macau was a Portuguese colony. Portuguese traders began settling in Macau in the 1550s. It eventually became a colony before it was transferred back to China on 20 December 1999.
Most people who come here visit to try their hand with lady luck. We came for the scenery.
The entrance to the Temple Street Market.
The Temple Street Market in Kowloon is a few subway stops away from our hotel, but it is not a place where I would normally go. It is one of the busiest flea markets around.
A candid shot of a dad walking with his daughter in Kowloon Park, Hong Kong. She kept trying to dance away from him, so he had to take her hand and play along.
One of the most profound things I have ever heard has no words. It is the father holding his daughter’s hand while walking through Kowloon Park. It is the elderly husband and wife walking arm-in-arm along the promenade. It is the friend pushing his friend in wheelchair. It is the mother and father playing a silly, made up game with their child on the MTR. It is the man who gives the homeless man four takeaway packages outside the 7-Eleven. It is the mother holding her son’s hand to help him up the stairs to Big Buddha. It is the sound of love and it is there if you take the time to look..
Paul just chilling out in the Sky100 observation deck in Hong Kong.
Still recovering from the humidity the day before, Paul and I decided to start the day off with a trip to Sky100 at the International Commerce Centre.
In about 60 seconds, the elevator took us up 100 floors, 393 meters above sea level, to the 360-degree indoor observation deck. The building stands 1,588 feet, or 484 meters, tall. From here, you can see the famous skyline of Victoria Harbour.
A foggy, overcast day in Hong Kong.
I hate the projects. They are where we place the poor so we don’t have to look at them. They are a symbol of how easy it is for us to ignore some of the most vulnerable in our society.
Somewhere over the Rocky Mountains. I was on a plane. I didn’t have a map or a compass.
The airport in Denver was quiet except for the sound of a ticking clock. Once I concentrated on the sound, I realized it was not a clock at all. It was the sound of the moving walkway near our gate and it was not “ticking” as consistent at a moving second hand.
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