It’s red knots, red balloons and miniature orange trees everywhere you go; Chinese New Year is just days away. As for us, it’s the end of the road less and more traveled. No more turndown service with pillow chocolates… The plan today, our last, was a day trip to Macau; you can get
Saturday was quite beautiful (as the hazy weather in HK goes) and I was able to get a few decent view pics from the room, day and night. The mish-mash above is the ludicrous design in the W foyer bar and a shot of the see-through elevators that connect the hotel
I shaved this morning and my Australia tan disintegrated into the sink. Ditto SS. This morning we woke up on the 33rd floor of the W Hong Kong. It’s an uneven brand, as hotel chains go, but by gosh did they get it right in HKG. We don’t have a suite or anything but
This morning SS woke up, took a shower, walked out of the hotel, across the street, checked in at Cathay, had breakfast in the lounge, takes a seat up front, and then around five in the afternoon arrives in Hong Kong; he takes the airport train and a couple of stops later he checks in