The real Hong Kong. What is the real Hong Kong? After only 5 weeks living here, I don’t think I am qualified to answer that question. It is revealing itself to me slowly, with every meal, train ride and walk in the street. We have been crushed at the Victoria Park New Year flower markets, had dodgy foot massages in Wan Chai and had our fortune read at Temple St Markets.Â We’ve also hiked through beautiful mountain trails ending in almost impossibly good looking beaches and peaks.Â We have drunk Tsing Tao and struggled to order in small hole in the walls. I only know how to say ‘bill’, ‘thank you’, ’snow pea sprouts’, ‘fish’ , ‘chilli’ ‘ porridge’ in Cantonese - we’ve had a lot of fish porridge. Â We’ve had gin and tonics in posh bars, burgers in Lan Kwai Fong and Toby’s Estate flat whites in Soho cafes. I’m not sure that these experiences is part of the ‘Real Hong Kong’ but they are making up part of the fabric which I am knowing Hong Kong by.As with any city, there are many conflicting and firm views on where one should live, eat and drink. Â The real Hong Kong surely cannot be prescribed but discovered.Â I could not quantify what the real Sydney is to someone. I am certain it is different for everyone. It is not just beaches, the Opera Bar and a ferry to Manly. Â To me, it is also the rounding the top of the Gladesville Bridge at sunset, the shops in Five Dock where I buy prosciutto and vietnamese chicken rolls and the sound of magpies in the morning. Â But Sydney, like Hong Kong is so full of delight and surprise that to prescribe a capsule of experience would only be letting her down.Â I hope to discover more of the real Hong Kong as time goes on.