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Ok! Packing’s nearly done and I’m just about to scoot off to the air­port. Me and Dan will be trav­el­ling to the USA, Europe and parts of Asia over the next few months – can’t wait!

25 Nov 2009 by Enoch Lau | 2 comments

It looks like City­g­ate Out­lets is must-​​see destination.

City­g­ate Out­lets is a shop­ping centre at Tung Chung, on Hong Kong’s Lan­tau Island. Tung Chung is, in a rel­at­ive sense, far flung from the heart of Hong Kong, right next to the air­port, but as a “new town”, it has all the attrac­tions of Hong Kong (food, shop­ping, what else?) while being really clean and neatly designed. I remem­ber it fondly as the place where I was first acquain­ted with the diabetes-​​inducing phe­nomenon known as Aji Ichiban (although of course, there are other stores).

We went to the shop­ping centre in ques­tion last year, but quite a bit of it was still under con­struc­tion, and although I recall see­ing designer fash­ion there, the prices then didn’t quite appeal to me. But maybe it’s due to the sub­con­scious impact of see­ing markedly large Hong Kong dol­lar amounts (1 AUD is roughly 7 HKD); some­how, I con­vince myself a nice t-​​shirt is not worth HKD$100, but when I get home, I real­ise I can’t get any­thing nice for less than $20. Any­way, if the art­icle is right, it’s def­in­itely worth another visit – if only to get out of the hustle and bustle of the CBD and Kowloon.

And if the thought of going to an “out­let mall” brings up images of DFO in Home­bush, then you’re mis­taken – it’s as much a proper shop­ping centre as any other.

How to get there: Exit C from Tung Chung MTR Station

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Ski trip

I wish we were there for another day. It takes a day to be reac­quain­ted with how everything works; then the second day whizzes past faster than the ski­ers com­ing off the top of the moun­tain. This time, how­ever, I did end up explor­ing more of Thredbo, hav­ing finally conquered the first-​​timers part of the ski field. It was dif­fi­cult, how­ever, to describe this explor­ing as being much of a success.

I now have rather fond memor­ies of our first attempt at the next level up (the so-​​called “easi­est” trails). Well, Zhiyan had the com­mon sense to pull out early, and soon after that, I real­ised Daniel – along with our only copy of the map – had van­ished too. So Tommy and I inched for­ward past the deathly-​​steep cliff face, and some­how the trail turned into this – what seemed to us – ridicu­lously steep path. (We worked out later that we meandered onto a more dif­fi­cult path. We should have read the map more care­fully.) The thing about ski­ing is that once you start, there’s no turn­ing back, so we gave it a go, but quite soon, both of us were down, skis off. Tak­ing our skis off was a mis­take, because there we couldn’t get the skis back on with the amount of ice that had formed on our boots. We then had fun stum­bling through quicksand-​​like snow, which was determ­ined to con­sume the two of us. (Hint: never walk through the parts between the trees.) We some­how stumbled back to a chair lift sta­tion, count­ing our bless­ings that we were able to extric­ate ourselves. To add to the exper­i­ence, the chair lift down was down­right scary – it was steep, windy and a long way down. By the time the chair lift dumped us back at the top of the Fri­day Flat area, I was stunned to the extent that I pretty much couldn’t ski at all. But we made it back. Alive.

Me in the happier parts of the ski field
Me in the hap­pier parts of the ski field

On the second day, I was up there again, this time to take pho­tos and play with the snow with Ru Jih. Wong, who was also with us, said he wanted to ski back down, and I fool­ishly agreed – I had stud­ied the map now and yes, I was able to identify the cor­rect path this time, but I still couldn’t ski down. The skis came off, wouldn’t go back on, and it was another walk back down to Mer­ritts. Tried twice, failed twice.

From Thredbo, we also brought back the find­ing that UAI is inversely related to com­mon sense. One of the chair lifts had a closed inter­me­di­ate sta­tion. The chair itself passes very close to the con­crete plat­form of the sta­tion. The res­ults: Daniel was the only one who com­pleted the oper­a­tion suc­cess­fully; Zhiyan didn’t get any­thing dam­aged but ended up being car­ried up to the top of the moun­tain; Tommy got one pole snapped in half and the other bent; and I got both my poles snapped. We had car­ried them between our legs.

Tommy and I with the outcome of our misadventure
Tommy and I with the out­come of our misadventure

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I often sleep on the train, and I usu­ally just have the abil­ity to magic­ally wake up on cue and make my stop. I guess I couldn’t have picked a worse time to sud­denly wake up to find myself at Ingle­burn. Oh, it’s not too bad I guess… it was just the last train for Fri­day night, and every­one at Camp­bell­town sta­tion apart from me and the secur­ity guards are drunk and say­ing “fuck” every five words, and it’s, well, fuck­ing cold. And I have to be coher­ent for a 5-​​hour pro­gram­ming com­pet­i­tion tomorrow…

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I prom­ised to write a little more thought­fully about my trip down in Mel­bourne, but I’ve been a little lazy and it’s been over a week. Appar­ently, the longer you leave it, the rosier your memor­ies become, so I may very well be extolling non-​​existent vir­tues of Melbourne.

So, the hard ques­tion first up: is Mel­bourne bet­ter than Sydney? In some respects, yes. Just like this Heck­ler heckles, Sydney’s CBD is becom­ing increas­ingly hol­lowed out by the dearth of things to do in the heart of the busi­ness dis­trict — this is none more evid­ent than in the area just south of Cir­cu­lar Quay. (For those of you who don’t know me well, the ample abund­ance of club­bing does not count.) Mel­bourne, on the other hand, lives up to its repu­ta­tion as being a “net­work of vil­lages” — pock­ets of life are sewn together by a car­pet of res­taur­ants and cafés that spill out into the street, odd pieces of street fur­niture, often slightly eccent­ric, and the well-​​designed pub­lic spaces that make you want to appre­ci­ate the city’s beauty at night. Clearly, it hasn’t worked every­where though; the Dock­lands was some­thing I was look­ing for­ward to see, but although the sleek, mod­ern build­ings com­ple­men­ted the smooth tran­quil­ity of the water­front, it was devoid of life — but per­haps it was just the wrong night for that. Dur­ing the day, Melbourne’s full of the hustle and bustle that you’d expect to find in a city that’s con­fid­ent of itself and how it can make its own way without blandly copy­ing what oth­ers have done before — it’s easy to get lost just wan­der­ing around the shop­ping centres (Mel­bourne makes shop­ping centres sexy) and the alley­ways that the city is fam­ous for.

The other thing that I’ll com­ment on is the trans­port, and for this I’ll drop the rosy lan­guage and get a little more object­ive. Trams are a fant­astic idea, but I can see why it might not work so well in Sydney. Trams steam ahead without being forced to start and stop and start and stop by the rest of the traffic on the road (buses in Sydney make me think of pri­or­ity inver­sion), but in order to achieve this, you need ded­ic­ated tram lanes — Melbourne’s main streets are notice­ably wider than than those in Sydney (say, com­pared with George, Pitt and Cast­lereigh Streets) and thus you can afford to give an entire lane to trams. If you’re hop­ping around the CBD, you don’t really have to walk a lot because of how the lines are set up — which is how pub­lic trans­port should be — hop on, hop off at will. Trains were bewil­der­ing though. I don’t under­stand how you can run a train sys­tem where you can get from A to B by train, but there’s no way to get from B to A without tak­ing a tor­tu­ous route (the sta­tion staff just told us to catch a tram instead). Seem­ingly obvi­ous (to tour­ists at least) routes between pop­u­lar sta­tions just don’t exist, and if you’re just hop­ping around the CBD, you’re best off pre­tend­ing the trains don’t exist. South­ern Cross sta­tion, how­ever, is one impress­ive piece of archi­tec­ture, and it just shows how Sydney has fallen too far in favour­ing util­it­arian func­tion over form.

Will I be vis­it­ing again? Yes, def­in­itely, if I’m after a break in civil­isa­tion (as opposed to a break with rocks and trees and things), Mel­bourne is the place to be. As you prob­ably noticed, we spent the entire trip basic­ally in the CBD — next time, I’d be sure to have a look a little fur­ther out, and see what gems lie out­side the (attract­ive) stain­less steel and glass jungle.

Lots of pho­tos: Day 1, Day 2, Day 3

P.S. Wikitravel is quite use­ful and clearly con­tains tips from every­day loc­als who know best: see, for example, the Mel­bourne entry.

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I’m back in Sydney now – I’ll do a write up of what I think of Mel­bourne and the details of what we did with some pho­tos of the spoils soon, but I’ll just write what we did today just so I won’t for­get it.

We didn’t have a fire alarm go off this morn­ing, but we did have a prank phone call to wake us up. Break­fast was at a cafe next to the Vic­toria Mar­kets, and we had a look at the mar­kets fol­low­ing that – we got ourselves a couple of blocks of cheese… and saw some prodi­gious confectionery-​​making. We then pro­ceeded to the Mel­bourne Museum (again) to see what we missed yes­ter­day. This was fol­lowed by lunch at Chin­atown (again) – we were going to go to the Greek res­taur­ants on Lonsdale Street but they were rather pricey. Shop­ping took up the rest of the after­noon – AJI ICHIBAN (^_​^), Myer (which, like the rest of Mel­bourne, ran out of scarves), the Base­ment, this strange little antique shop, and a fancy sta­tion­ery shop. Frantic dashes between South­ern Cross sta­tion and the hotel ensued, the con­sequence of some slight mis­com­mu­nic­a­tion, and then the flight home was unevent­ful bar my humi­li­at­ing defeat in Scategories.

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We had break­fast at Mel­bourne Cent­ral, then saw the por­trait exhib­i­tion at the state lib­rary. We saw a spe­cial exhib­i­tion at the art gal­lery, then we had lunch at Chin­atown. We could only spend half an hour at the Mel­bourne Museum because we got there rather late… we’ll go there again tomor­row. We had din­ner with a pair of everything2 mates of Rob. The even­ing was topped off with a visit to the Eureka Tower for a top down look at the city.

Lots planned for tomor­row – last day! Off to bed…

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I’m try­ing to get to sleep as I lie on the bed at the hotel but the insist­ent pat­ter­ing on the air-​​conditioner is keep­ing me awake… and Daniel (Tse) has the light on play­ing with his Zaurus with the light on, so I might as well blog from afar!

Mel­bourne has been an inter­est­ing exper­i­ence so far – very mod­ern and styl­ish, and ooz­ing with pride. We had lunch at a delight­ful little bakery called Laurent Bakery; we then went to see the Pixar exhib­i­tion at Fed­er­a­tion Square. We had a look at Mel­bourne Cent­ral fol­lowed by an hour of pub­lic trans­port con­fu­sion. We popped by the Dock­lands and it was pos­it­ively unex­cit­ing… we’ll check it out again later cos we might not be look­ing at the right things. We had din­ner at a French res­taur­ant (called Aux Bati­folle – excel­lent wine and creme bru­lee) and we decided to call that a day.

Two things I don’t like about this place so far: the trains and trams sure run on time but they don’t seem to ever go where you want them to go. Secondly, I swear we chose the worst few days weather-​​wise for a holiday.

Sign­ing off…

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