Last night I looked at hotels in Shatin online. There aren't many
and two of them are named Hyatt and Marriott (cross those off the list.) The
other two were separated by a difference of forty dollars--the least expensive
is older and caters to tour groups from the mainland. The other is in the
center of town and is more posh than any other place I've ever paid for. I
weighed them both, their price difference, and the contrast offered between
both and where I've been for the last three weeks. I took a deep breath and
pushed the button that booked a room at the fancier one, the Royal Park for my
last two nights in Shatin.
I think what I'm looking
forward to most is coming home after nightfall, followed closely by no need to
apply insect repellent as a bedtime ritual--oh, and a long luxurious soak in a
bathtub. (I'm hoping for good toiletries and a white terrycloth bathrobe.)
A glass of wine while sitting at the floor-to-ceiling window will be very
nice too. (Yesterday I drank Sangria at lunch with friends and felt incredibly
decadent after my detox period at Ascension House.)
Except for my first
trip, I've never stayed in a real hotel in Hong Kong. From what I've read, they
can be as Spartan as my usual CKM accommodations, with tiny rooms and not
enough hot water. When I have my one-night layover before returning to Seattle,
that will probably be my lot. But not on next Saturday and Sunday--then I will
be the barbarian at the gates.
Now if I can only manage
to get the dried mud removed from the wheels of my suitcases...
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