Farewell to Hong Kong

 

Tears have been close to the surface for a week.  The goodbyes seem too frequent and last so long.  It must be time to leave our beloved Hong Kong and move to the next face of life.  We feel blessed beyond belief.

       The “Seniors” met in Dockyard restaurant for a farewell dinner.

“Good morning, have a happy day”, comes from this man every morning as he waves both hands high in the air to be certain I see and return the greeting.

Near the church office building I pick up an English newspaper from this kind woman.  For months now she’s handed me six papers each day.  I deliver the news to all the couples on the tenth floor. 

We couldn’t leave without hiking Lantau Peak, the highest (reachable) mountain in Hong Kong.  The steps were steep, the humid air filled with mist.  My hair dripped with moisture when we reached the top.

This older couple wanted photos with us.  They speak no English so we just stood where she pointed.  Our nametags so often serve as drawing cards, in a positive way.

We descend the mountain on the Big Buddha side.  Rick walks toward the wisdom trail.

The drums of good fortune remain.  At New Year celebrations I recall people pounding these for good luck.

                                             The tram provided a scenic and restful descent.

The trail below reminds us of our climb to Big Buddha in January of 2020 – before the world changed.

         Although it is difficult to see, the words on this police car read, “No drink driving.”

“Time to Reborn” message greets us every morning as our bus enters the cross harbor tunnel.  One new sister thought it was a beautiful Easter message.  I didn’t have the heart to tell her it is a plastic surgery advertisement. 

Aah!  The wonderful sisters of the Peninsula Branch, this is week two of meeting in person again.

                     Jaquilyn wants a photo with Rick too.  Marty Slater stands in the background.

Beautiful pastries awaited our surprise “meeting” with the Real Estate team.  Notice the HUGE raspberries on the tasty tarts.  Also, delicious Portuguese egg tarts will always remind us of Hong Kong.

Rick works closely with Real Estate and the team wanted to honor him.   We were lured to the 9^th floor conference room under false pretenses.  Too many “goodbyes”!