Spindle: By this time we had realised one peculiar thing about Hong Kong: all the ponies get up late! We had been waking at nine in the morning as compared to seven back home; the large jewellery shops usually open at 10:30. Maybe we were just tired from cantering and flying and levitating all over the place, but this is a very real phenomenon among the locals that made for interesting bursts of life a few minutes into our outings.
 
Parcly Taxel: We had breakfast around Wellington Street, home to a more picturesque feature of the city - sloped walkways and alleys crossed by the longest escalator system in the world. However, they can become a little scary at times, as evidenced by lorries creeping down the 10° inclines while missing my face by a mere breezie’s wingspan.
 
The reward for climbing these hills was PMQ, a space for the exhibition and sale of “designer” goods. While its central plaza and staircases were nicely non-intrusive, the stores it held proved less pleasing with pretentious tote bags and trivial cooking lessons, so we moved on.
 
Spindle: That was when the full force of Hong Kong’s transportation smacked us in the face. Well, I’m ethereal so I felt nothing, but Parcly…
 
Parcly: Not even Key Sync could hold my legs up between the imposing buildings and chaotic crowds, between the ringing of equestrian traffic lights and the perennial aroma of second-hand smoke. Her vision blurred after a few seconds and I had to stop to quench the searing pain she was in.
 
Key Sync: My eye was swelling and reddening from having to juggle so many variables at once. After I cooled down, I concentrated on the floor and aimed for a lower point in hopes of finding an MTR station somewhere. Fortunately I hit Sheung Wan quite soon and Parcly later gave me a crossword as mental dessert.
 
Parcly: Key then posed me a riddle in return. “Where does Hong Kong begin in a postcard?” It took me an hour of searching to arrive at Victoria Harbour, which offers the widest view of Hong Kong skyscrapers; I was just in time for the Symphony of Lights show too. Needless to say, due to competition from non-participating buildings and the dense fog that had settled, the lasers and spotlights looked more like a letdown.
 
Spindle: We weren’t disappointed in the slightest though. For our last dinner in this vibrant metropolis I had booked a collagen-laden steamboat dinner at Yau Ma Tei in advance - and we were the ones enjoying it! To have every drop and every ingredient cooked to perfection by our own hooves was a most magical moment for both of us.
 
Parcly: Thus, with our bellies filled and the clock approaching midnight, I teleported straight into my bed with Spindle encircling me like a scarf. Luna walked into my trance and whispered “do you remember Australia?” Subliminally she had pointed out the best place to have breakfast in Hong Kong, but I couldn’t interpret it while dreaming. That would have to wait until the last day.