Last day in Hong Kong. We awoke around 8:30 to a stunning, sunny morning. We took our time getting ready, and packed most of our stuff before going to meet Sou one last time. There was a young couple who had just arrived that was keeping her busy, and after about 20 minutes there were several Kuoni clients like us waiting to see her. Kelly sent Christian down to the concierge to see if they could help with the one little question we had. We wanted to pamper today and needed a locale in which to do so.
Once the gentleman was satisfied that Christian wasn’t seeking a "Men's Massage Parlor" (wink wink) he notated a place on the map to try to we took our leave of the line for Sou.
It didn’t take long to decide where we wanted to have breakfast, and we headed for the much loved Yoshinoya once more, where we partook of their wonderful breakfast menu for HK$30.
After almost 2 weeks on holiday, and a lot of sun, Kelly was beginning to feel she looked "well travelled" and didn’t want to show up in Sydney looking so dishevelled, so we went to the building in Times Square that the concierge had mentioned, which featured over two dozen spa's and salons.
Unfortunately, each elevator trip took us to spas that all offered more of the same; treatments aimed at Chinese women obsessed with looking more western. However, the last thing Kelly needed was a skin whitening treatment or a method for making her eyes appear rounder, so defeated, we went back to the hotel.
Poor Sou was still there even though she should have left an hour before. She said that the best spas were across town in Central, but we didn’t fancy travelling that far. She said the hotel spa 2 floors up was excellent and not too expensive, and we decided to give it a shot.
We kicked ourselves for not trying it first, since it was just what we needed. After running up to our room to grab our things and do a hasty checkout by noon, we went back up to the fourth floor, leaving our luggage safely in the hands of the concierge.
By 12:30 Christian was undergoing his first of the three treatments we chose for him (Detoxifying Destressor Institute Treatment Facial, Active Eye Contour, and Stress Release Massage). Meanwhile, Kelly made ample use of the gym and sauna/steamroom facilities for the two hours she had. By 2:30, she was deeply ensconced in the most amazing Hydroptimate Facial followed by a Lymphatic Drainage Massage. By 5pm we were done. After purchasing an eye cream, the cost of the 4 1/2 hours spa day was a whopping £259, for both of us. In London, we would be lucky to obtain one treatment for that price.
Having only one hour till our ride came, we hastened across the street to the World Trade Centre Mall to feed a starving Christian (Kelly was still in a Zen-like trance). We quickly purchased some rose tea the therapist had recommended to Kelly, but didn't sell, and then raced up to McDonalds of all places, as it was the fastest option. Whilst Christian stuck with his trusted favorites, Kelly tried a product otherwise unfamiliar to any Westerners, the Fan-tastic. It is strips of steak and onion nestled between two patties made of rice. Extraordinary.
The bus arrived promptly at 6, and after having our luggage loaded we settled down into plush leather executive bliss. This was the first First Class bus we had ever seen, with curtains and everything. Our contentment would soon turn to horror when the driver turned up the volume on the CD he was playing. For the entire hour the trip took across the city to the airport, we were forced to listen to easy listening songs and cheesy oldies sped up to match a mono-tone beat. Horrific inclusions were Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Old Oak Tree and Teeny Weeny Yellow Polka Dot Bikini. We suffered in our leather upholstered hell till our arrival at the airport.
We went through check in fairly quickly, and much to our delight were once again not cited for going a little above the 40 kilo limit. We also made it through security unscathed, even though there is a strict one carry-on per person and we had 5 pieces between us. We really weren't the only ones.
We shared a quick plate of noodles before our flight, and Kelly was finally able to buy contact lens solution, which had evaded us throughout China.
We boarded Qantas flight 128 a little late, and discovered that our assigned seats were actually in the very last row of the 747. So this is what our travel agent meant by "Honeymoon seats", and again, we had Jyoti to thank for this. Since we are in row 73, our row narrowed from the normal 3-4-3 formation to 2-4-2, as we are in the plane's tail. This way, we get to sit near the bathroom and open area and don't need to worry about putting our seats back. We also get the window and aisle so Kelly didn't have to worry about disturbing a passenger each of the 15 times she gets up during a flight. Meanwhile, Christian was comfortably settled in his window seat.
Our flight was delayed a whole hour due to air conditioning difficulties, so we took off after 10pm. Dinner was served almost immediately and we settled in for our next 8 hours we would spend in the air.
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