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Parcly Taxel: Weaving your dreams into the buildings of Kowloon, like I did the previous day, can make you forget that Hong Kong started out as a spice port — this is embodied in its Chinese name. To that end I flew southwest from the Central MTR station to the island of Cheung Chau, a rustic fishing town mainly inhabited by merponies.

Spindle: We arrived at noon with dull white clouds blanketing, as had been forecast for the duration of our trip. The merponies below were much more upbeat though, frolicking about at their restaurants and shops. They can grow hindlegs for walking, but their coats remain very soft; carriages are thus prohibited on the island and bicycles are ubiquitous.

The relationship between this place and the rest of Hong Kong is like Ponyville to Canterlot. Full meals are hard to find here, so we filled ourselves with snacks and desserts served by some of the friendliest ponies I've encountered since I became a windigo.

Pinkie Pie: Can I join you?

Parcly: NO! [wrings Pinkie out with magic]

Pinkie: But this place is a little creepy… many stores are run by one old steed. Doesn't it feel like the Everfree?

Parcly: There are enough ponies here to make Cheung Chau a nice place. Now pronk back to your bakery.

I still needed a proper lunch, so I flew back to the main island after two hours and thenceforth to Wan Chai, where I had a plate of world-renowned roasted dragonfruit rice. With my energy restored, I embarked on a tram ride through the central business district and back, seeing such wonders as the Bank of China Tower before my eyelids drooped (I do doze off quite often in the day because of Luna's influence). And I had to throw in a few coins when I alighted.

Then I found Hong Kong's SOGO and the Fashion Walk that surrounded it. Only Rarity would share an affection to these things, however, so I went back and had dim sum at the same place as day one (>>1109817). By then it was ten in the deep night, yet the roads were busier than ever! The throngs of this island never die down, but I had to myself, for my hooves were as hard as the concrete and asphalt I stepped on ten thousand times over.

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Posted previously at: 2016-03-18T07:04:10 | Posted previously by: Parcly Taxel