The Invasion Begins

 After a 15 hour flight, we were overjoyed to see Camber waiting for us in the Hong Kong airport, holding a sign for "Art Vandalay".  She immediately whisked us onto the train and via taxi to our HOtel.  They seem to be a little bit too concerned for our safety, and we showed them by taking showers upon our arrival, even though we were fatigued.

Upon completing our evening ablutions, we wandered the shopping center attached to our hotel (don't you wish you had stayed there, The, Dad?) and ended up eating at an Indonesian restaurant.  

 

Camber kept us up past our bedtime.

On Monday morning, we wandered - without supervision from Camber - to Tsim Sha Tsui to go to the History and Science Museums.  

Along the way, we saw the Kowloon Mosque:

the Charlie Brown Cafe:

and a giant Easter egg:

The History Museum was our first stop.  

It's something about Queen Victoria.  It's for you, Dad.

For lunch, we wandered around until we found a place with an English menu, and had a lovely al fresco meal.  Back to the Science Museum, where they make workplace safety #1.  

This is the appropriate way to lift a box:

If you fall off a building, you will die.  This thrilling exhibit went all out with sound effects and dramatic lighting.

If something falls off a building, you will die.

Jeff was paying attention to his lessons, and fastened his safety belt to operate this stationary forklift that lifts nothing.

There was a lovely play area for the children, with gongs and floating balls.  

Not ten feet away, a somber wake-up call for all of the four-year-olds present:

Of course, they not only gave you the information, but had a display of contraceptive devices.  It was far too awkward to take a picture of that, so you'll have to use your imaginations.

Meeting up with Camboor, we took the Star Ferry across to Hong Kong Island.  We were fortunate that the sea was not particularly angry that day, and the ferry was not rolling heavily.

We then stood on the escalator until we came to an area where C thought there would be enough "douche bags" in the bars.  Why she wants to hang out with them is beyond what I can fathom.  While taking it all in, Camber was attacked by a giant beetle.  Most likely retribution for his ingested comrades from Beijing.

 

Jeff informs me that this is not, in fact, Jackie Chan.

 

 

This one is for The, Mother, who only likes pictures that contain her offspring: