No, not the museum.The Tai Wai (unless it was the Kowloon Tong) station; nothing of note happened here, except that I temporarily warped onto an intergalactic space station.
The Hong Kong Heritage Museum is the orange-roofed building on the left. (as opposed to the orange-roofed building on the right?) I didn't enjoy crossing the bridge, despite the wonderful view. Possibly I have a mild phobia of sturdy cement bridges over shallow bodies of water.
I'm not sure how long this bicycle path continued for; more people than I expected were using it. Just not at the time when I took this photo.
The current special exhibit was "The Ancient Olympic Games," presented in part by the British Museum. That explains the Grecian silhouettes on the story-length banners.
I found this intertwined but never-connecting arrangment of jogging and cycling paths particularly nifty.
Kowloon Walled City Park. The previous pictures were of some other park (Carpenter Road Park, according to the sign) with playgrounds etc. that connected to this one with old buildings and other lovelies.
Not the sharpest photo of the Zodiac Sculpture Garden...grumble grumble...the sun shouldn't be allowed to set early when it's scorching outside (yes, autumn turned out to be a temporary glitch in summer).
That's a horse. Another one was a puppy. There might have been a monkey. But as for the rest...???
On the return journey I spied the vending machine section of JUSCO through the window. I couldn't back up far enough to squeeze it all in one photo, but now you have some idea. Wait--I have talked about the vending machines before, right? Some malls have a section with maybe seven times as many machines as shown above, but I've forgotten where those were.
I'm not sure how long this bicycle path continued for; more people than I expected were using it. Just not at the time when I took this photo.
The current special exhibit was "The Ancient Olympic Games," presented in part by the British Museum. That explains the Grecian silhouettes on the story-length banners.I first walked through the Children's Discovery Gallery because (even though it seemed incorrect) I thought it would lead into the main section of the museum. It didn't. But time is never wasted--I can now recognize an egret's call. And I learned I have the wingspan of a very large osprey, but not quite an albatross.
Then I found the lift leading to the first floor and the Cantonese Opera Heritage Hall. Woah! Over-the-top headresses, sequined costumes, old-fashioned posters, traveling make-up cases, stilt boots, and imaginary carriages.
Next: the New Territories Heritage Hall. The displays were amazing and huge and elaborate. It went through the history of the New Territories, starting with rocks and marshland, with some facts about former mining villages mixed in. Next came some Neolithic pottery and then a huge leap forward to the days of tea, silk and porcelain trading. I learned the face painted on the front of the ship were to ensure a safe voyage, so it would always see where it was going, or something like that. Okay, okay, I'm not going to recreate the entire museum. So: ships led to a fishing village, led to farming, led to traditional festivals, led to British colonialism, led to the return to China, led to the building of the New Towns (even though these were begun a few decades before 1997), led to the future (new MTR lines, preserving the environment).
Next: an exhibit displaying drawings by a famous children's magazine and comic book illustrator.
Next: an exhibit displaying paintings by (I'm assuming) somebody important. I loved the recreation of the artist's studio, but the artwork itself...kinda ugly...in a baby-tigers-shouldn't-look-like-deformed-Furbies sort of way.
Next: a dark room filled with glass display cases, silver earrings, gold necklaces, jade rings, and a great fear of crashing into them all. I have revised my opinion of diamonds: not tacky.
Next: the Gallery of Chinese Art. None of it nearly so nice as what the HK Museum of Art contains, but then, that's to be expected. Some Buddhas, some tapestries, some Ming vases...
Next: The Ancient Olympic Games. I hadn't meant to pay the extra 5HKD for admission, but that's what happens when you don't speak Cantonese. Umm, yeah. You all know what Greek pottery and Roman copies of Greek statues look like.
Luckily photography isn't forbidden in the [insert word referring to the small room in between the sets of automatic doors].
I figured, while I was in the neighborhood, why not visit Che Kung Temple?
There was a scruffy looking dog up there that wouldn't let me photograph his face.
I thought it very strange that the temple would only contain glass display cases of figurines,
and this guy.
Also this space that looked like storage space except it also contained a statue and a cat.
So I left. And found a park, that I didn't walk through except to photograph this sign.
From the train I saw the real temple, I was either in the wrong place entirely or maybe I needed to walk up those steps.
Advertisement in the MTR station that I loved because if I could, I would so do that.
Stop it! No more Christmas, not yet!
From now on I'm steering clear of department stores.
But at least that child's excited. And color-coordinated with the display, too.
Hau Wong Temple didn't particularly stand out. Thank goodness those lion-dogs are so adorable or I would have been disappointed. Actually, I did like that there were a set of stairs leading up to a lower section of roof. I hadn't realized before how much I'd wanted to touch the glazed green tiles.
Then I found the lift leading to the first floor and the Cantonese Opera Heritage Hall. Woah! Over-the-top headresses, sequined costumes, old-fashioned posters, traveling make-up cases, stilt boots, and imaginary carriages.
Next: the New Territories Heritage Hall. The displays were amazing and huge and elaborate. It went through the history of the New Territories, starting with rocks and marshland, with some facts about former mining villages mixed in. Next came some Neolithic pottery and then a huge leap forward to the days of tea, silk and porcelain trading. I learned the face painted on the front of the ship were to ensure a safe voyage, so it would always see where it was going, or something like that. Okay, okay, I'm not going to recreate the entire museum. So: ships led to a fishing village, led to farming, led to traditional festivals, led to British colonialism, led to the return to China, led to the building of the New Towns (even though these were begun a few decades before 1997), led to the future (new MTR lines, preserving the environment).
Next: an exhibit displaying drawings by a famous children's magazine and comic book illustrator.
Next: an exhibit displaying paintings by (I'm assuming) somebody important. I loved the recreation of the artist's studio, but the artwork itself...kinda ugly...in a baby-tigers-shouldn't-look-like-deformed-Furbies sort of way.
Next: a dark room filled with glass display cases, silver earrings, gold necklaces, jade rings, and a great fear of crashing into them all. I have revised my opinion of diamonds: not tacky.
Next: the Gallery of Chinese Art. None of it nearly so nice as what the HK Museum of Art contains, but then, that's to be expected. Some Buddhas, some tapestries, some Ming vases...
Next: The Ancient Olympic Games. I hadn't meant to pay the extra 5HKD for admission, but that's what happens when you don't speak Cantonese. Umm, yeah. You all know what Greek pottery and Roman copies of Greek statues look like.
Luckily photography isn't forbidden in the [insert word referring to the small room in between the sets of automatic doors].
I figured, while I was in the neighborhood, why not visit Che Kung Temple?There was a scruffy looking dog up there that wouldn't let me photograph his face.
I thought it very strange that the temple would only contain glass display cases of figurines,
and this guy.
Also this space that looked like storage space except it also contained a statue and a cat.
So I left. And found a park, that I didn't walk through except to photograph this sign.
From the train I saw the real temple, I was either in the wrong place entirely or maybe I needed to walk up those steps.
Advertisement in the MTR station that I loved because if I could, I would so do that.
Stop it! No more Christmas, not yet!From now on I'm steering clear of department stores.
But at least that child's excited. And color-coordinated with the display, too.
Hau Wong Temple didn't particularly stand out. Thank goodness those lion-dogs are so adorable or I would have been disappointed. Actually, I did like that there were a set of stairs leading up to a lower section of roof. I hadn't realized before how much I'd wanted to touch the glazed green tiles.Hurry hurry to the park before the sun sets!
I found this intertwined but never-connecting arrangment of jogging and cycling paths particularly nifty.
Kowloon Walled City Park. The previous pictures were of some other park (Carpenter Road Park, according to the sign) with playgrounds etc. that connected to this one with old buildings and other lovelies.
Not the sharpest photo of the Zodiac Sculpture Garden...grumble grumble...the sun shouldn't be allowed to set early when it's scorching outside (yes, autumn turned out to be a temporary glitch in summer).
That's a horse. Another one was a puppy. There might have been a monkey. But as for the rest...???
On the return journey I spied the vending machine section of JUSCO through the window. I couldn't back up far enough to squeeze it all in one photo, but now you have some idea. Wait--I have talked about the vending machines before, right? Some malls have a section with maybe seven times as many machines as shown above, but I've forgotten where those were.Also, at some point I entered another mall--this one with a table tennis competition instead of unnaturally early Christmas displays.
I wanted to conclude on a more clever note than table tennis. Oh well.
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