The end!

Who wants to document the end of a holiday? Not me.
We spent the morning sleeping in and eating another cheap breakfast buffet in the Novotel restaurant before a 12:00 checkout. Ash Sharon and I walked a bit before and we all walked the shops till our transfer coach to the airport fronted at 3:15.

The shop fronts became a repetition of Rolex signs, shirt knockoffs, apothecaries filled with Yak nipples and tiger lips (in truth we couldn't identify anything in the jars at all) and gaudy jewelers. Seeing nothing new and little of interest, we slouched through the humidity back to the lobby and drank a coke till the bus appeared.
The bus took us away from the city, over massive suspension bridges to the airport with one stop at Hong Kong Disney to pick up some more passengers.

At the airport it was a three hour wait till our flight. The difference between the airport shops and those of the main drags in Hong Kong were that these were air conditioned and less grimy. We whiled away the time looking at books shops and trinket shops till the flight which was uneventful and uncomfortable, (the seats don't recline in Catahy Pacific economy, instead they slide down a bit and push your knees further into the seat in front of you.).

The hills of Hong Kong. 60% of the land in Hong Kong is too mountainous to build on.

We didn't sleep and froze as we waited in shorts and 5 degree temperatures for our bus to arrive and take us to our car in long term parking.

Blowing steam as we froze our bits off.

Once in our beloved Tinny (The Mazda MPV) we cranked the heater, came home and cranked the heater, unpacked, picked up the dog and rested knowing that Monday would bring school and work.
Sheesh~!