January 14, 2012 3 Comments
The date was October 12, 2011, just two weeks shy of us coming home from Seoul, when this conversation happened:
Me: May promo rates ang PAL to Hong Kong, cheaper than Cebu Pac. (quotes price)Kite: Not bad! Go!Me: Seryoso na ba ‘to?Kite: Book mo na!(10 minutes after)Me: Booked!Kite: Yahoo!
Wanderlust ba kamo? Truth be told, if I were to assess my traveler self, this was probably the most kaladkarin I’ve ever been. And I have not regretted it since.
Without going into details, Kite flew in earlier than I did. The flight I got that Friday was supposed to leave half an hour past six but as expected:
It was chaotic, I tell you. Obviously, PAL ground operations really hasn’t stabilized after the whole subcontracting debacle. In flight. the crew was apologetic about the food as well:
Anyway, I can’t quite recall what time I got to HKIA, but the transfer to the hotel was painless. Second of the only three stops of the Airport Express of MTR, I was at Kowloon in less than thirty minutes (twenty-one to be exact). From there I boarded a shuttle bus (route K2, leaves every twelve minutes) that dropped me off at the hotel. If it was for free, I’m not so sure. I think fare’s included in the round trip ticket worth 160.00 HKD (~906.85 PHP, 20.60 USD).
The shuttle ride was fun. It literally passed through most of the hotels of the Tsim Sha Tsui area, it was like a mini-tour in itself. Haha! I finally arrived at the Royal Pacific Hotel & Towers a few minutes before eleven.
Kite had been waiting for me for hours by that time because of the uber delayed flight so we hurriedly went to our room just to drop off my stuff and have a quick change of clothes. We rushed to this posh dinner place Kite was raving about and we got there fifteen minutes after eleven (Our reservation was at 9 PM!). We were so relieved it was still open and that dinner service was still ongoing. Good thing it was just a short distance from the hotel.
I was so hungry by the time we reached DG Cafe & Wine Cuisine so we immediately ordered food. We had a complimentary basket (or two? Haha!) of really good bread, tempura-ish deep-fried tiger prawns and a superbly tasty linguine marinara in tomato sauce. (Wait, isn’t marinara, by default, in tomato sauce? :-P)
All good, but paled in comparison to why we came here in the first place: grilled Angus rib-eye steak.
While I would’ve preferred medium-rare, we had it cooked medium-well (Kite’s not a fan of really pink meat). It took only one bite to understand all the raves. The pepper corn crusted steak was well seasoned and was perfectly complemented by the Barolo (red wine) beef jus it came with. It didn’t quite reach the melt-in-your-mouth quality I was looking for, but it was tender and over-all, was very good.
We finished dinner half-past twelve and spent a few minutes taking in the beauty of the 1881 Heritage area. I wasn’t able to take a photo of this surreal tree that jutted out of a gazebo-like structure. Picture perfect sana but as you would’ve imagined, it was dark already. (No to using flash! Haha!)
We walked back along Canton road to go back to Royal Pacific. The luxury stores that lined the famous street were all closed but seemed to tease us as we passed by. Kite and I proceeded to the deck behind the hotel to grab a quick a view of Victoria Harbour’s skyline (pampa-excite lang). We called it a night (and a lovely one at that) afterwards and went up to our room to rest and recuperate the energy we needed for the days to come. It was one in the morning.