Chi Lin Nunnery/Nan Lian Gardens

Last Friday, I got up with a very specific destination in mind. So far, my sabbatical has been completely devoid of plans and deadlines of any sort - I have been letting my impulses decide how I spend the next few minutes, hours, days. But when we caught up with a friend for dinner a few days ago, conversation veered towards the Chi Lin Nunnery and the Nan Lian Gardens in Diamond Hill. Our friend had recently taken a few visitors to the place and had good things to say about it, especially the veggie restaurant. That got my mouth watering, both literally and figuratively – here was a brand new experience waiting to be had, and the lure of a good lunch was just icing on cake. We had stayed in Hong Kong long enough to know that anything even remotely famous is almost always a tourist trap, and I didn’t expect the nunnery to be any different. But there is always an off-chance that something will surprise you in spite of all the crowd-pleasing artifice, so I was quite excited nevertheless. So destination Chi Lin it was on Friday!

I love walking, and if the place is new and the route unknown, that’s all the more reason to get there on foot. However, Chi Lin Nunnery was a bit too far no matter how many google map strategies I tried and since I was a bit hard pressed for time, I decided to walk to Yau Ma Tei and take the MTR to Diamond Hill. While tromping down busy Jordan Road, I came across this pretty pink blossom tree (not sure which blossoms though, didn't look a lot like Sakura but I could be wrong) -- the first harbinger of spring! 

Solitary Blossom on Jordan Road

I didn't know we had blossoms in Hong Kong, but Gireesh tells me a huge bunch flanks Garden Road every year. This one was pretty enough for me, specially because the tree and the shrine that housed it really stood out amidst the lego-blocked buildings that dot most of urban Kowloon. 

Moving on, I ran into one of the main streets that make the famous Night market. By day, the street looked so quiet and ordinary, I would not have recognized it but for the markers. What a transformation a few hours will bring, when stalls will be set up and boxes of souvenirs, apparel, purses, gadgets will be set up for the perusal of haggling, remorseless and mostly touristy crowds that will poke around narrow streets hours into the night.   Quite interesting, I must say!

Night Market street, by day!

The rest of the walk was quite nondescript with several similar blocks packed with a lot of honking cars and nudging people. But just before Yau Ma Tei station, I saw a pretty little shrine, dedicated to Tin Hau, the most popular goddess in Hong Kong.  The shrine had a biggish garden and a square where quite a few people were lounging around, reading the news paper or playing mahjong. The complex itself was compact but very colorful, with hundreds of coiled incense sticks building up an aromatic haze inside the main chambers and a few devotees offering their prayers to the main deity. Unfortunately, they didn't allow pictures inside the main shrine, but it looked similar to other Tin Hau temples that dot the region. However, it was so quiet and serene inside, I forgot all about the traffic half a block away and as W.H. Davies put it, took time to just stand and stare.  

Tin Hau temple, Yau Ma Tei

Just outside the temple complex, there was a small roadside shrine, and judging by the number of passers-by who bowed to it, seemed quite popular. 

Street side temple

After this brief stopover, I finally got to the MTR and an uneventful ride later, was at the entrance to the Nan Lian Gardens. The first thing that struck me about the entire area was how the usually ubiquitous sky scrapers were relegated to the distant background, giving an idea of how huge the entire complex was. The Nan Lian Gardens are attached to and maintained by the nunnery and entrance to both is free, which, along with the proximity to the MTR, makes them very accessible to the local public.  The introductory spiel about the garden pronounced it to be a modern-day oasis for the city weary population to relax and rejuvenate in - I was about to find out if the claim actually held true. 

Entrance to the Nan Lian Gardens

The gardens focus on the use of water, rocks, wood and green to create a visually simulating environment. There are a few wooden pagodas, prayer halls and auditoriums spread out between artificial lakes and water bodies, and you are only allowed to walk in one direction, completing the entire circuit before exiting out into the nunnery. The central pagoda is Hong Kong's diminutive answer to Kinkakuji and while it doesn't really deserve any comparisons with Kyoto's famous golden pavilion, it looked resplendent with a dash of orange and green thrown in. It was not a sunny day unfortunately, because it would have made a very pretty reflection on the lake surrounding it. 

Golden pagoda at Nan Lian Gardens

I enjoyed the leisurely walk around the garden. It was very quiet inside, which was surprising since it is surrounded by busy freeways and roads on all sides. I found my answer in the brochure later -- they have sound proof barriers all around the garden and monastery in order to preserve the atmosphere inside the complex. Quite commendable, I must say! Even though the gardens were constructed pretty recently, a lot of effort has gone into making them aesthetically pleasing and harmonious, which was a lot more than what I had expected. The buildings and gates stood out nicely next to the landscaped slopes and there were faint strains of traditional music chiming in from well concealed speakers.  However, after every couple of turns, an ugly building or two would rear its head in the distance, serving a stark reminder that I was still in the middle of one of the most heavily populated urban regions in the world.   
    

Brown, Green and Pink

I missed the entrance to the restaurant the first time around and I couldn't have found it soon enough. After all the walking around, I was really game for a good meal. The restaurant has a great location right behind a wooden water mill, overseeing a small brook. Unfortunately, the food here was the single biggest disappointment of the entire trip, even more so because it was so highly anticipated. The tofu didn't seem very fresh and the stir fry noodles were dripping in oil. The only redeeming feature was the free pickle in the beginning, but one swallow doesn't make a summer. I think my unhappiness was exacerbated by my hunger, but I wouldn't recommend this place to anyone. 


I moved on to the nunnery after the meal, my initial enthusiasm tempered down a notch or two. The structure was beautiful, but not spectacular. The gently sloping roofs and engraved motifs were like most monasteries in Asia, but what the place lacked in grandeur, it made up for in serenity. Maybe because it was a weekday afternoon, but the crowds were thin, people were very respectful and there were no external deterrents to the atmosphere built by the golden spires and lotus ponds. I really hope it stays like all throughout the year -- the sobriquet of being an "oasis in the middle of Diamond Hill's urban desert" would be quite appropriate then. 

Rooftops of the nunnery

Lotus Garden

Overall, this was a productive day out. I got to see a new place, found a new restaurant to pan, had a good walk without having to breathe in anything carcinogenic and got a couple of half-decent pictures. Would I recommend it? If you are a tourist in Hong Kong on a tight timeline and a checklist, maybe not. You will find much prettier gardens/monasteries in other Asian countries. But if you are a resident, its worth spending an afternoon here instead of lazing on your couch or marching through super cold malls. It feels a bit artificial and antiseptic and probably has no historical importance, but for city-sore eyes like mine, anything beyond the usual glitter and grime is always a welcome break!
   

Hong Kong state of mind..

We have been living in Hong Kong for little over three years now, and our time here has been, in parts, fun and frustrating, exhilarating and exasperating, solitary and social. We lead very busy and full lives here, getting more and more attuned to the beat of this unique city with each passing day. How well we've fit into this life here comes as a bit of surprise to us because the decision to move here in December 2007 was a very difficult one. We had been living and working in Tokyo and were completely enamored by its charm, its people and its culture. We had also been traveling quite extensively in Japan and loving everything we saw. Hong Kong, on the other hand, had always come up short in comparison during the few brief visits we made here. The weather was always awful, dark clouds with pretty low visibility, road and lanes always crammed with shops, hawkers and shoppers alike, and apart from its fabulous skyline (it still takes my breath away sometimes!), very little spectacle to awe visitors. So with a very resentful heart and not without a few tantrums at work, we shifted base here, and for the longest time, just focused on the negatives. Apart from the aforementioned 'flaws' which continued to niggle at us, we would grumble about how rude the taxi drivers were, how people would rush into MTRs before passengers inside could get out, how there was no country associated with this tiny SAR and how in six months, we would be done with everything new and exciting Hong Kong has to offer.

Well, its been three years and counting, and I am happy to say we are still in Hong Kong and actually at peace with it. Sure, I can see dull, dark clouds out of my window as I type this now but I have seen sun-lit days too when the harbor goes aquamarine; shops, hawkers and shoppers still throng many narrow streets but I now know of quite a few streets where they don't; mainland China is the country associated with this SAR and contrary to my misjudged perceptions, it is an explorer's delight; I also know that taxi drivers are not really being rude, its just a matter of intonation! And what do I say of the presumption that we will be done with the place in six months - we are still exploring and still getting surprised, maybe not always pleasantly, but good outweighs the bad and there is always something else to look forward to after each experience that didn't end so well. And then there are positives we had never even thought about. Hong Kong is a major travel hub in Asia so its quite easy for us to travel out of the country and also to get back in touch with so many friends and relatives who keep dropping by either in transit, for work or just for fun. Hong Kong is not a major culture center but the performing arts scene is reasonably vibrant - we tend to attend more live concerts/musicals/plays in a year in Hong Kong than we did in all our time in Tokyo. Public transport is quite comprehensive and safe and has been a faithful accomplice whenever I've headed out to an unfamiliar part of town armed with just my phone and an Octopus card. I think I can go on and on about what I now appreciate about Hong Kong, but I am pretty sure you get the point already. 

Almost every place in the world has its set of pros and cons, and only when you appreciate the former and tolerate the latter do you fall in love with it. I have been in love twice, and I think I am well on my way to falling in love third time over. The transformation has been gradual - it wasn't love at first sight like it was with Seattle, nor a short and intense courtship like Tokyo, but more of an arranged marriage that with time has matured into a deeper commitment. I think I first got an inkling of this in fall of 2009 when, after a long trip to some of my favorite places in the US, our flight (Cathay of course, we need our miles!) landed at HKIA and both of us went, that was a great trip but feels so good to be back home! 

The Great Hong Kong Cafe Hunt!

Ok, so I am not a big coffee drinker, let alone a connoisseur. But I am totally in love with the idea of sitting for hours in a pretty little cafe reading a book while working slowly on a muffin/bagel/cake and sipping, well, tea or a juice. Unfortunately, after so many years in HK, I am yet to find that cozy place where one can spend hours doing nothing. To be fair, I haven't had the time to look really hard either. With super busy work weeks and action packed weekends, catching some down time in a cafe is typically not priority #1. However, with a much needed sabbatical on hand, I suddenly have a lot of free time on hand. So I thought, why not use some of it to try and find a cool, comfortable cafe where I would love to lounge my hours away. Hence starts the Great Hong Kong Cafe Hunt! The rules are pretty simple. The cafe I have in mind must:

• not be a one of the ubiquitous coffee conglomerates which have become synonymous with city life - sorry Starbucks, but I am looking for something beyond the mass produced
• not be a part of a mall - HK has too many of them around already and I don't want to spend any more money, words or time on them
• be comfortable, atmospheric and must have atleast a basic selection of coffees and snacks -- food is not the focus for sure, but something to munch on is absolutely required if I am spending more than two hours in the same place!.

It has to be a stand-alone cafe that doesn't frown on the lingerers and provide that sprinkling of chutzpah which makes them stand apart from the crowd.

It all started with a place called Java Java which we came across during one of our weekend ramblings on Hollywood road in Sheung Wan. The place looked quite chilled out with a few comfortable looking sofas lying around and what seemed like a half decent menu. Unfortunately, we couldn't go in because we were running late, but I decided to visit the place the next morning. They claimed to do breakfasts, so I landed up at 10 am for a bagel and a cuppa. I agree, a bit too late for a Tuesday morning breakfast but I am on a break too right! Unfortunately, the place was sold out of almost everything, including bagel and cream cheese. So my cafe hunt didn't really start on a very auspicious note. The place looked cozy enough, there were a lot of people, mostly expats, hanging around reading a book or surfing the net, only I am not sure what they were munching on! Anyway, since this hunt is not as much about the food as the ambiance and feel, I think I'll be back again to check it out. I just need to find the timing of their delivery truck!

With an aborted first attempt, I had to resort to google to fish out a list of other possible contenders in the area. There were surprisingly quite a few articles dedicated to cafes in Hong Kong, which bodes really well for continuing my hunt, and I was able to zero in on one called Barista Jam on Jervois Street, near the Sheung Wan market. It was supposed to be a speciality coffee place but the reason I picked it was the name -- precise and different. On way to Jervois Street, I came across a place called Graze on Bonham Strand which claimed to do coffees and cocktails.
Since I was quite grubby, there was an impromptu change of plans and I changed tracks. I did try a muffin and a coffee there and sat there long enough to finish my first blog. The place was nice enough, but seemed a bit too plastic to be memorable and there was construction going on next door which didn't help the cause either. However, there were quite a few people, both expat and local, lounging around and the coffee was decent (the muffin was strictly ok, one of the many frozen and toasted offerings you get all around HK). So will I be back? If I am in the area, most likely, but I don't see myself hoisting myself to Bonham Strand just for a few hours in Graze.

As for Barista Jam - they might do very good coffee (I didn't get to try it out because I was over-caffeinated with my morning tea and the pit stop at Graze already) but the seating was not comfortable at all. Just plain benches and desks, meant to be shared between customers, so definitely not the place that I was looking for.

All in all, an interesting day in Sheung Wan, but I am nowhere closer to finding THE cafe. I am not even sure if I am on a chimera hunt or it will have an end, but there is only one way of finding out! I still have a few more days to go, so the hunt continues.. :)

Take 3!

I have attempted to blog before and haven't been very successful. My first blog was all of 10 lines still languishing in my drafts and discussing it further will actually give it more credit than it deserves. My second attempt was much better, since i was inspired by a really wonderful and thought provoking trip to Beijing and THE wall. I resolved to start documenting all our vacations moving forward, capture little details which might go blurry in our minds as time passes, focus on how we felt in all these strange and wonderful lands we would visit. Both my husband, Gireesh, and I are avid travelers. Nothing pleases us more than getting lost in a brand new county, soak up the atmosphere, revel in it's beauty, relish it's food, empathize with it's culture, walk its roads not taken. We are, as I said, travelers, not tourists - so preserving our experiences are just as important to us as the experiences themselves. And being based in Hong Kong gives us pretty good access to places all around the world. The sky is, literally, the limit (though Gireesh did kind of breach it in New Zealand, but i digress.)!

So my second blogging attempt was supposed to be just that - a faithful document of our travels to serve as memento to us and a handy guide to anyone who likes our whacky travel ideas. However, before it could go really far (all of two posts I think), we discovered the power of images - photos almost always speak so much better than words when introducing a new place (ok, maybe the Dickensians will disagree, but I am talking about mere mortals here!) so our travelogue quickly became a photo-log, which we update quite meticulously and take a lot of pride in. Our travel photos show exactly who we are and what each of the places we've visited have meant to us. Unfortunately, we've only started doing this a couple of years ago and quite a few of our trips, most of them in the beautiful and vastly underrated innards of Japan, still need to be documented. But that's another project! We are still thinking of how we can preserve and share our photo-logs better - right now they are in the usual but often abused confines of Facebook and Picasa.

But with all this focus on showcasing our trips abroad, I think I've been quite negligent of this quirky little place which we call home. Hong Kong is such a study in contrasts - a little piece of land struggling to hold on to it's British antecedents while still desiring to be a part of the revolution that is China. A place where wizened old ladies still call me Missy (and I still love it when they do that!) but garrulous taxi drivers keep yelling on one of a dozen cell phones while negotiating the hairiest of bends, where real estate prices are shooting through the roof in one of the biggest concrete sprawl in the world but small ten-home agrarian villages still dot most of the exhilarating hiking trails around the region, where noise, light and air pollution spawn heated debates but 70% of the green and hilly land is preserved and out of bounds for any kind of construction. There is still so much I haven't seen about this little big place, so much that's exciting and explorable.

So here goes Take 3! This one will be dedicated to everything that surprises, interests, disturbs, upsets, pleases me about Hong Kong, little mundane things that no one would probably notice or care about, but which affect me in any way while I go about my business here. Hopefully this will expand on to include any other place we end up calling home. Because I honestly believe traveling is a state of mind - there are things to explore and learn everywhere and its no less worthwhile just because it's your own backyard!

We will rock you..

Another weekend over, and another week begins.. Weekends have become such a cherished possession these days, an oasis in the drab, mundane routine of life.. this one was really special because of Queen, arguable the greatest among all bands.. I had always been a big fan right from college days when Queen used to be one of the major accomplices to late night assignments.. but over the years, American Idol (and its Indian counterparts) took over and Queen was pushed into the background.. This Saturday we went to a performance of 'We will rock you', a West end musical based on the songs of Queen, which is currently touring Hong Kong.. The story was no great shakes, the acting ok-ok, but the songs more than made up for everything.. It brought back all the euphoria, energy, ecstasy that good music always evokes.. All time favorites like the eponymous 'We will rock you", "We are the champions", "Crazy little thing called love", "Its a kind of magic" and of course the "Bohemian Rhapsody" - the latter being a revelation to me.. I had always dismissed the song quite lightly earlier, but the musical sure made me appreciate the beauty of the melody that has entranced millions. And then there were some songs that I had only given a cursory hearing too earlier - "Somebody to love", "I want it all", "Only the good die young" and so many more.. We spent all of Saturday humming revisiting all of these songs.. and other college favorites like Pink Floyd (another revelation to me actually), Beatles and the like. .. these songs are still playing in my head, and actually made Monday quite tolerable! A great Saturday dedicated to rock and roll - the day the music came back alive for us!

Palace, Lake.. and a Great Wall!

Hello everyone, and welcome to my blog.. I have owned this site for a while now and unfortunately, have nothing much to show for it.. blame it on evening sitcoms, hectic weekends or just plain laziness.. But today, I am writing this with a brand new resolve.. my first blog, and hopefully the precursor of many more to come!

Last weekend, we had flown over to Beijing, just over three hours from our home base in Hong Kong.. the trip was supposed to be nothing more than a break from humdrum work-home-eat-sleep routine. We didn't have too many expectations from the city - this was our first tourist trip to a big city actually.. all our vacations so far had been focussed on getting as far away from cities as possible!! We had heard so much about the language problems we would face (after three years in Tokyo, that didn't fuss us too much), the pollution, the scamsters fishing around for guileless tourists.. but Beijing exceeded all our expectations.. and how!

On the exterior, it looked like any other city, its wide tree-lined roads and low rises a refreshing change from the voyeuristic sky scrapers of Tokyo and Hong Kong, but a modern, pulsating and seemingly drab city nevertheless.. but then suddenly, you notice pretty, multi-eaved, traditional roofs peeking out from in between the modern buildings.. wonderful smells of roadside food stalls waft by and directly invite your stomach.. strains of traditional music are heard in a distance and an old man practices water calligraphy in front of a centuries old temple.. and Beijing begins to absorb you into itself.


We spent the first day strolling around the magnificent Forbidden City and the cheerful Summer Palace, enormous palaces both of them but so very different in the emotions they evoke.. The Forbidden City is pure grandeur, with its rows of opulent halls and paintings and gardens. The Summer Palace on the other hand is playful, wearing its wealth and beauty very lightly.. you can actually imagine kings and queens of yore gambolling around the picturesque Kunming Lake. We lunched at the lively snack street in Wanfujing, and returned there again for hot pot in the evening. And then we discovered the night food market, which was far more superior to anything we've had in Hong Kong so far.. so on for a second dinner! (Needless to say, food forms an important part of our vacation!)

The next day was reserved for the greatest among all walls, the Great Wall of China.. and man, was it huge!! It felt like an honor just to be standing on the wall, overlooking the undulating hills and more of the wall.. Apparently, it took them 2000 years to build the entire wall, which stetches for some 6000km, and employed thousands of workers, many of whom lie buried beneath it.. Standing there on top, I felt so small, so insignificant - it was a humbling experience. Apparently, there is a saying in Chinese that if you haven't climbed to the top of the Great Wall, you are not a hero.. well, we wanted to be heroes, so we did climb all the way to the top of the wall (the one at Badaling at least), but unfortunately, way too many people had the same idea.. and the top most section of the wall looked more like a Sunday morning fish market in Kolkata rather than the hallowed portals of a celebrated wonder! Grandeur, beauty, immensity - all of these define the Great Wall of China.. but those looking for solitude, go find another wall! This place aint for the misanthropes!

We also saw and admired a marvellous acrobatics show, the communal Temple of Heaven, walked through a few hutongs, ignored quite a few touts offering pedicab rides around the place and made another trip to the yummy night market..


Our sojourn in Beijing was not without its irritants.. throughout the trip, we had to wade our way around hawkers hardselling their wares, "guides" promoting themselves, fraud students advertizing equally fraud art exhibitions.. and we actually got duped twice.. once by a rigged cabbie whom we ditched as soon as we realized his meter was running twice as fast and another time on the Great Wall when someone stole our tickets for taking the trolley down - they weren't selling tickets any more and our bus back to town was leaving shortly.. enough to drive me to hysterics!

But a few weeks days down the line, I doubt if we'll even remember these blots on an otherwise perfect trip.. After a few months, we'll probably forget exactly what the Forbidden City looks like, and a year later, maybe even the Great Wall. But what will always stay with us are the feelings - awe, wonder, curiosity, satisfaction - and the flashes of a city standing at the crossroads of existence.. welcoming the future with open hands but nurturing its past with a fierce pride. In Beijing this weekend, I saw where Delhi would be in a decade or so, where India as a country is heading towards in a few more - pleasantly schizophrenic.

XieXie, Beijing! Thanks for a great weekend!