And our conclusion is, that while we loved Australia, we really, really want to go back to Hong Kong. HK is an assault on the senses, a distillation of a country, the closest to a three dimensional territory I've ever visited. By the end of our three days there, Australia seemed a distant memory.
And goodness, it can be cheap. We did breakfast one morning for $41 the pair of us. That compares to a hotel breakfast in Melbourne running to $56 for two people. Now consider the current rate of 1 AUD = 7.35 HKD. (Yes, I'm comparing a café price with a hotel price. Even so - that's £3.39 for breakfast in a shopping mall.)
And our room?
The 68th floor, with floor to ceiling glass along two sides, a circular glass-walled shower from which that magnificent view could be seen (modulo steam), and 5 star service (to the extent that when we reported an unlockable room-safe to the reception desk, housekeeping beat us to our room)(the door had been left ajar, but with the lock engaged - it took housekeeping twenty seconds to reboot the lock).
The slight downside to the room was the fact that our ears popped every time we went up to it. Two lifts - one from the ground floor up to level 41, the second from level 41 to floors 62-77. The whole thing glittering glass and steel and marble, polished within an inch of its life. And the price per night for a double room? £50.
By the end of our trip, we were sucking our teeth at things costing $30, forgetting that that's the equivalent of £2.50.