So, I embarked on the MTR ride with my reflection staring back at me from the glass panel across where I sat for the entire journey. I didn't remember having him staring at me for this long before back in Singapore. It was then I realized that there was something lacking from the MTR rides in Hong Kong.
The sceneries.
All my MTR rides had been underground thus far. Apart from the Airport Express line, all the other railway networks were located below ground level. Probably I hadn't traveled far enough from the core of the city. ( A mental note to travel further if I ever return to Hong Kong)

In a stark contrast to the now dilapidated Gurney Drive, Sai Kung Waterfront Park was so well kept. Overlooking a serene bay, it was the perfect retreat after a furious week of battle in the office. Judging by its location, it was no wonder that this area was frequented by the upper middle class of the society. One could easily tell this just by taking a look at the breed of dogs hurrying alongside them. Very well groomed and rushed about in such a lively manner, the monthly expenditures of those dogs might easily dwarf the living expenses of the less fortunate ones.
The other end of the seafront where the jetty was located, was abuzz with activities. Little groups of visitors were crowding around here and there along the edge of the esplanade to inspect the fresh catches brought back by the fishermen after their day of hard work.
From the dock, just next to where all the fish-mongering was taking place, one could also catch a ferry ride to the outlying islands. Filled with curiosity and also largely due to the seduction posed by the pictures of serene seafronts taken off those outlying isles, I hopped onto the wooden boat for a ride.

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