It’s been 18 years since our last trip to Hong Kong – this our third time.
We had marveled at the traffic on Victoria Harbor watching as hoards of ships, ferries and a few remaining junks crisscrossed with harmony and the night skyline lit up like a carnival.
This time we splurged and stayed on the 103rd floor in the Ritz Carlton on Kowloon – the highest hotel and bar (118th floor) in the world. Where the price of a cocktail paralleled the view. The skyline still an exposition.
The traditional junks have since left and been replaced by imitation tourist boats yet still beautiful in their design. A grand reclamation project on the harbor front mars the skyline and jeopardizes the front row seat had by premier hotels and businesses. Progress?