Welcome to the officially licensed blog of Honeymoon 07! Here you can read all about the adventures of Rock and Pebble in the Far East with exclusive behind the scenes content, like how Rock lost his wedding ring on the second day of marriage...
But we start this story, appropriately, at the gateway to to the Orient - the mighty port of Hong Kong. The majestic clippers of colonial days may be consigned to the pages of history, but this pumping city has lost none of its cosmopolitian, crossroads-of-the-world vibe. This city is a fusion of the brazenly modern and perpetual traditions. Gleaming steel towers can never entirely crowd out the corner wonton shop. Louis Vutton and Prada can never entirely outsparkle the local gold merchant. The Island Shangri-La can never... Ok, screw that, who am I kidding? Billed as a destination in its own right (or so Rock says to console himself when two nights cost as much as the rest of the honeymoon combined) the hotel lived up to its reputation in every department. From the 47th floor the twinkling lights of the harbour stretch out below, from the majestic angular facade of the Bank of China building to the lofty number two tower of the International Financial Centre. And if your tastes, like Mei, run along the lines of ubiquitous Cantonese period dramas, then you won't have to miss even a single gravity-defying screaming-tiger-triple-twist kung foo kick, even during toilet breaks thanks to the lcd tv equipted bathroom.
At this point I was about to launch into a then-we-did-this linear monologue, but that would embarrasingly reveal that Rock's first romantic honeymoon surprise was... a trip to Citigroup Centre. Also revealed is the author's typically eclectic mix of first and third person...
But what about the food, I hear my regular readers ask? Why he's made it to the fourth paragraph without a single mention, they chorus (it's easy to chorus when there's only one reader left at this juncture...). Let me give you a brief taste (hur hur hur): think succulent roast goose dripping in a rich...uhm... goose sauce. Think enormous clams loaded with glass noodles and lavish... uhm... clam sauce. Think giant steamed prawns that only moments ago were paddling happily in the wall aquarium. Think food so good one would be tempted to lick the crumbs off Rock's shorts after he lost control of his chopsticks... On second though, cancel that image.
Anyway, there's a lot more fried rice where that came from. Having lived up the high-life in glitzy HK, your adventurers have headed west into the heart on the People's Republic. Currently they pen this from the industrial wasteland of Shenzhen (bear with me, I need to blow away some smog so I can see the blackberry screen again). Chances are that made in China keyboard you're reading this from came from here. As did the clothes you're wearing. As did this blackberry... Luckily this is just a staging post for our assault on Yunnan. But more on that later.
And yes, I found my ring and managed to stave off divorce for a few more days...
Regards,
Rochester Cahan
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