After my blunder yesterday, I only had one plan for today: travel to Tsuen Wan and meet my pen-pal Iris.
As a result, from about the time I got up at 9 AM until 2 PM, I did nothing in my hotel. After traveling to so many different cities the past few weeks, I needed a day. I unpacked my clothing, repacked it neatly, organized all my papers and souvenirs by city, checked on my wax hand to make sure it didn't break (it hadn't, thankfully) and got ready. Because we were meeting later in the day I wasn't as worried about the heat, but I knew it was still going to be another muggy day.
Two o'clock came, and armed with my gifts and tablet, I left my hotel and headed towards Olympic Stadium. I went North like yesterday, switched trains at the Lai King station, and headed West to Tsuen Wan. The whole trip took about a half hour.
My knowledge of Tsuen Wan and the surrounding area is very limited. I had hoped to get to the New Territories in Hong Kong sometime during my trip because that area is less developed and thus, more "authentic Chinese", with Hong Kong being more "British Chinese". I believe Tsuen Wan is in the Southern part of the New Territories, but it's close enough to Kowloon that it's considered part of that section. I'm pretty much on the border of the N.T., so I was pretty excited! You could also tell we were leaving the urbanized area because the surrounding forest was much more prominent and many of the roads and skywalks seems to be absorbed by them if they got too close.
Iris had asked to meet her at the Tsuen Wan Public Library. While traveling along the skywalks around the train station, I found a sign for it, but never saw where it went. Still having much more than an hour to wait, I took my time navigating the skywalks and seeing what there was to see.
After a bit of walking I came across the Discovery Park Shopping Centre which was both an apartment complex, a shopping center, and a public swimming pool. I went to the registration to the swimming pool and asked for help to find the library. The receptionist, who seemed happy and surprised to see me (was it my skin colour, or my English, I don't know) quickly brought out a map and showed me where it was. She then took me to the glass wall of the building and pointed the way I came. That wasn't necessary, but was a nice gesture so I thanked her for her help and left.
I wandered back, went down a flight of stairs, then back up, then wandered around some more (because the main door said to use the side door) and found my way in. It surprised me how busy the library was! The children's section was overflowing with toddlers, children and parents, while the adult section was so full of people there was no place to sit. Even the aisles between the bookshelves were busy, with people sitting against any available wall or window. I've been in libraries in North America many times, and they're never busy. I have no explanation for this, other than the art of reading lives on in Hong Kong.
I had my tablet with me and hooked onto the "community wifi", and talked to Iris. She asked me to meet her by the stairs. I went down the stairs because that's where I still had stable wifi, and saw her as she went up the stairs on the other side. I messaged her I was downstairs when I could and eventually we met. She didn't have much time to spend with me, which is fine because I was just happy we got to finally meet.
She knew this area of town fairly well, so she quickly led me through the winding streets to an ice cream shop, that I believe was Chung Kee Desert. Being just after 4 PM, the place was packed full of people and we got a table near the door. We exchanged gifts, and I got some mooncakes and two different kinds of mochi, along with many other cute stickers, bookmarkers and pens.
I looked at the menu and mentioned that it was all in Chinese, and I couldn't read it. Iris ordered for me. I got three scoops of ice cream, all unique flavors on top of fresh fruit. It was very good, especially since all I had had since waking was the last of my Aquarius Water.
Once done, we went back outside and walked to an area full of bright red and gold cloth. Had I paid more attention to the cultural part of the Hong Kong Museum I would've known what was going on. I asked Iris, and she told me they were getting ready for the upcoming Ghost Festival. I asked who these ghosts were, and what they wanted, and she told me they were evil ghosts that wanted harm. I assumed these ghosts were more playful spirits and this festival was to welcome them and help them pass on to the "other side", but Iris informed me that the festival was to keep the spirits away. With my limited knowledge, it seems as if these spirits were more or less demonic entities. There were many people setting up chairs and blessing the relics they were going to use in the ritual, but I wasn't allowed to take a picture of the area or else the spirits would "follow me home".
We left then, and walked past an area that sold fish and fishing tackle. I saw strange orange-transparent frogs, little baby turtles, and a tub full of worms. These are things you would never see back home! While I was fascinated by the tackle, Iris was grossed out, so we quickly left the area.
We then arrived at a pedestrian square that had dozens of restaurants, some that looked good and some that looked terrifying (like the one with pickled snakes in jars). Iris asked me if I wanted to try some fish balls. I was told on my trip to Japan I would get the opportunity to try octopus balls but I didn't, so I said sure. We got them and let them cool off, and ate them with toothpicks. They were essentially spicy, non-sugared donuts. I asked why they were called fish-balls if there were no fish in them, and Iris said the fish ones were so disgusting that people stopped adding them to the recipe (makes me wonder why they were there to begin with...).
Before I knew it, we were back at Tsuen Wan station. I was having so much fun with Iris I had completely lost track of time. I didn't want our time together to end, but she had to head home. I apologized for the 400th time about messing up yesterday, we hugged and said goodbye. She went one way on the station, and I went the other.
I arrived back at Olympic Station, took some final pictures of the bustling Hong Kong city and returned to my hotel. My trip to Hong Kong was over. I only saw a fraction of what I wanted to see, but also felt I could have spent a week there and not seen enough. Today would have been the same day Steve arrived from Japan. I wonder what he did. I wonder what Iris did when she got home. I wonder what everybody is doing now, while I pack my bags and reminisce about this trip.
Today wasn't very eventful, but it was my favorite day in Asia: it was the reason I came to Asia, and although a day late, I finally got to meet my dear friend Iris.
I leave early tomorrow to catch my plane, so I have to end this entry now.
Goodnight journal. Tomorrow I'll be back home, 11,000 kilometers away from Asia's World City.
And what a trip it's been!
And, as always, a big thank you to my sweetheart Jessica Nuttall for proof reading a countless number of my articles. I couldn't do any of this without you. I love you.
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It took a while, but summer has finally arrived! With any city, these three precious months of summer bring their fair share of activities, and Regina is no different. There is a lot to do in Regina so let me know in the comments if I missed anything!
This should be obvious for anybody living in Regina, but for tourists Wascana Park offers a plethora of activities. From fireworks on Canada Day to festivals to just enjoying a quiet stroll, there are countless things to do in the park. Being three times larger than Central Park in New York, the park is full of pathways, bridges, tunnels and islands for you to explore. Self-guiding walking tours are also available, which showcase the monuments, statues, architecture, history and natural flora and fauna that is in the region. Sections of the park are protected for wildlife so you may see foxes, rabbits, raccoons, weasels, beavers, turtles and, if you're lucky, goats. There's also a swimming pool, bird sanctuary, a habitat conservation area and marina. Speaking of the Marina…
Wascana Park is beautiful from the land, but it is even more gorgeous from the water. Imagine floating in the heart of the city, surrounded by nothing but the silence of water. Motor boats aren't commonly found on the lake, so renting a canoe with a loved one can be a personal and private experience. If you're more of a physical person you can also rent a kayak or try stand-up paddle boarding, which recently opened up thanks to Queen City Sup. The marina is also home to the Willow on Wascana, a beautiful outdoor lakeside restaurant. If you're into brunches or wine tasting, or just enjoying eating outdoors, this is a place you must visit!
Cemeteries are a place of solace. All people, regardless of wealth, status, religion or creed are equals within a cemetery. It's a place of remembrance, respect and reconciliation. If you visit a cemetery, you are visiting the graves of lost loved ones. These may be children, pioneers, rebels or everyday people. Every grave has a story, and all are longing to be told.
Because of this, cemeteries are a library of knowledge. They hold the lessons of our past, and the wisdom of our future. As the leaves change and the days get shorter, cemeteries attract a much different crowd than that of just historians and family members. With autumn crisp in the air, cemeteries fill with thrill-seekers and paranormal believers. There is a fine line between what is and isn't acceptable within a cemetery and those who dabble into the affairs of the afterlife know this all too well. Few people go into cemeteries looking to disrespect the graves; instead, most are just hoping they can answer their own questions about life after death.
Not all cemeteries are haunted, but each holds their own stories. Keep this in mind while you read this article. If you end up visiting any of these sites, remember to step softly, speak quietly and respect the surrounding graves. You might not be as alone as you think.
I've wanted to visit the Battlefords in Saskatchewan for a few years now. As somebody who loves history, just to visit a city that once housed the capital of the North-West Territories is reason enough. I'm sure I've passed through the city when I was younger, but I've never had the chance to explore it as an adult.
My interest in both cities grew when I was doing research for my 2017 article, "6 Saskatchewan Cemeteries to Visit This October". One individual I interviewed for the article was Don Light of the North-West Historical Society. Light was tasked with the sensitive job of moving about eighty graves within The Battleford Cemetery. Relocating graves is always the last option when it comes to a cemetery, but in this case, they had no choice. The Battleford Cemetery sits on the edge the North Saskatchewan River, and the banks of the cemetery were slowly eroding. Had the graves been left undisturbed, headstones, monuments and caskets would start falling into the roaring river below.
Light and I had an excellent chat that day and he told me many fascinating stories about what they found when they were moving the graves. Some of the graves he had to move were Metis graves, all while under the supervision of police and Indigenous professionals. Many of these caskets had rotted and were open, and they found a plethora of Roman Catholic crosses and First Nation beadwork, a sign of traditional Metis culture.