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428 m. above the clouds
As the early bird I woke in the warm sheets when it is +25 outside. They say today will be sunny and there will be no rain. When you wake up early, you skip queues, you hear voices of birds and you get to sit in the reserved seats.
To reach the Victoria peak you can take different routes: you sweat hiking through the parks or you take Victoria tram where you sweat as the fear of heights raises your pressure of blood. As in the Matrix movies, you watch how tram driver is changing from vertical to horizontal positions. The old wooden seat serves as your safety belt not to fall into the unknown downs. But it is never too scary to stretch your hand holding iPhone and perpetuate widening horizons of the Hong Kong city.
When Sky terrace greets you with closed doors you find yourself lost in meditation with your inner voice while walking down the Victoria park. Counting mini waterfalls hidden among the vast number of big trees and medicine herbs, natural and fake flowers. The only path leads you down the starting point where you took the tram to go up. No logic in buying tickets of this transport.
Your watch shows you have an hour to enjoy morning sunshine on your skin while listening to the sweetheart's voice on the audiobook. He tells the love story he has had some time ago near the Mediterranean sea. I was picturing how his lover's muscular body was laying on the beach while enjoying hot sun beams.
Your watch shows you have an hour to enjoy morning sunshine on your skin while listening to the sweetheart's voice on the audiobook. He tells the love story he has had some time ago near the Mediterranean sea. I was picturing how his lover's muscular body was laying on the beach while enjoying hot sun beams.
Hiking one hour and here I am, in front of the highest terrace in Hong Kong. One escalator, second and the third. Lost in counting. My head emerges from the building made of glass and I breathe in deeply the open air feeling. As you wake up early, there are not too much annoying tourists who could disturb your daily meditation of breathing.
Thus you stand looking over the horizons of the urban city. Skyscrapers trying to touch the clouds without luck. There you can see mountains hidden in the mist of morning mystics. Human's field of vision is disturbed only by the unknown birds, flying in circular patterns. You look at them and wonder whether those creatures understand the freedom they have. And you are amazed of possibility to be friends with windy gusts. Looking over the city skin can feel the magic of being among the clouds. Goosebumps become your daily company.
We climb towards the sky.
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