Zoological and Botanical Gardens, Hong Kong

When I saw the queue to board the Victoria Peak tram at 10:30 this morning, I ducked and rolled for my life and got the hell out of there. Not because I don’t love waiting in the scorching heat to board an un-air-conditioned, clunky heap of metal, it’s just that I didn’t have a hat or very much sunscreen on and I’d seen a sign for the botanical gardens just minutes beforehand. It would be rude to NOT see which types of plants and birds they had. (Truth be told, I’m a huge fan of zoos and I can’t turn down a free inner city zoological experience). I quickly realised that my pale Irish skin and my weak little chicken knees were not so keen on zoological and botanical gardens, but I pushed on and found some red bin chickens and a beautifully mouldy stairwell. There were also a few instances where I wasn’t sure if I was sweating profusely or just crying a little bit (probably a cocktail of both).IMG_9846IMG_9885IMG_9889 2.jpgIMG_9899IMG_9901IMG_9908IMG_9872IMG_9888

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