We allowed ourselves the luxury of not rising until 08:30 today.
We left around 09:30 for a last walk around Kowloon, our hopes of returning to The Peak dashed by the fourth consecutive cloudy day since our arrival.
Attempts to find a good place to enjoy dim sum failed, leaving me feeling grumpy and dissatisfied. Oh well; we’ve eaten splendidly during the rest of our trip, so I can’t really complain.
A short walk through Kowloon Park, stopping to look at the bird garden and impressive aviary, were about all we had time for. Back at the hotel, we checked out and proceeded to the airport, enjoying as much efficiency in this direction as we had upon our arrival.
A 12 hour plane flight ensued, followed by an interminable wait for our baggage, a bus ride to the train station, and finally the slow, rickety Caltrain ride to Menlo Park.
We’re now at home, preparing to go out for pizza, hoping to get back before the effects of this 40 hour long 2nd December (that’s what you get when you depart from a country that’s 16 hours ahead of Californian time) start to take hold of us.