A Ten-Day Summer Trip to Guangzhou, Zhuhai, Macau, Hong Kong, and Shenzhen

After camping out online for half a month to snag a train sleeper ticket, I ended up shelling out over 400 yuan extra and buying tickets for three stops ahead of schedule to secure consecutive seat numbers. Looking back, I should’ve held out longer with the waitlist order; the chances were probably pretty good. Since this train skips smaller stations, we needed to transfer at Xuzhou. To avoid delays, I specially changed our tickets to Xuzhou even though we had no seats, only to have the train we were catching show up 20 minutes late. At the station, we went from anxious to laughing—just what you fear most, right? But the attendant said this train is fast, so we waited. Sure enough, it sped up after boarding and even arrived in Xuzhou right on time.

Once we switched to the sleeper car, it was time to eat, eat, eat. We’d brought a ton of snacks and self-heating meals, but lying on the train, instant noodles just seemed the most delicious. At noon the next day, we tried the dining car’s boxed meals—pricey and bland, to say the least. From now on, I’ll travel with only instant noodles. The rest of the snacks ended up coming along for the ride and then home again. Weirdly, those same snacks get gobbled up at home in no time, but on the road, nobody wants them.

About 21 hours later, we arrived safely in Guangzhou. After getting used to the subway shuffle in a big city, we checked into a serviced apartment near Tianzi Wharf. Big thanks to the young guy at the front desk—he upgraded us to a suite because he saw we had elderly travelers, and we could even see part of the Pearl River from the room. That truly exceeded our expectations. What can I say? We were so happy with the apartment that our trip almost turned into lying around ordering food delivery. So, the first night’s stroll and night cruise were canceled; we just lay around enjoying the night view and the A/C.

Our first stop in Guangzhou: a half-day at the Panyu District Science Center. We went because it holds the Guinness World Record as the largest science museum in Asia, but the experience was pretty mediocre. First off, the noise level was sky-high the moment you walked in. If the daily visitor limit is 20,000, at least half of them are kids, and they were running riot in this giant building like the buzz of summer cicadas in your ear. Add in summer weekends and a never-ending flood of school study-tour groups—it was a perfect storm of chaos. Every hall, every exhibit, was swarming with people. Even if you managed to touch an interactive display, some kid would pop up and start hammering on the buttons. Choosing this attraction that’s halfway across town was a total fail—the elementary and middle school kids got absolutely nothing out of it. Even the three or four university gates we passed on the way through the College Town left a stronger impression.

At noon we took a taxi back to Wanshengwei, the starting point of that legendary ‘most beautiful seven kilometers’ tram line. I never expected it—nearly got killed at that stop. Lots of people come to photograph the trams. Even though we were first to buy tickets and wait in line, standing right at the front of the door, the moment it opened the crowd behind us surged forward. My mom’s shoe got stepped on and ended up under the tram, and my dad was pushed around in circles at the door and almost fell; a kind man grabbed him just in time. All because everyone was scrambling to grab the river-view seats on one side. It was totally insane. That station had zero order and no safety measures at all—kids were even running onto the tracks while waiting. Staff would shout warnings, but it did little good. By the time we reached Canton Tower, nobody was in the mood for sightseeing. The elderly and kids were exhausted, so after a quick glance at the tower, we took a taxi back to the hotel to rest. As for whether those seven kilometers were beautiful? Honestly, all you see is the river. It’s not as over-the-top as the marketing suggests, and not worth a special trip. If you must ride it, don’t start at the first station—too crowded and dangerous. Hop on at the next one, but really, in summer, there’s no need.

After that, only two middle-aged women kept wandering. We took the subway to the Provincial Library—it’s huge. We strolled through each floor, taking in the studious big-city vibe, then planned to browse Huacheng Hui for shops, only to find it’s all restaurants. Emerging from Huacheng Hui and heading up, we spotted a little fountain square with lots of tourists sitting around. I knew from my research that there was a Haixinsha Music Plaza, so we waited nearby. Then it started singing, and the crowd cheered along with the spraying water. I was a bit puzzled—we have fountains of this scale back in our small town; what’s so special here? After three or four songs, the fountain stopped, and the crowd moved toward Canton Tower. We passed the Provincial Museum (had tried to book a week in advance but failed; just glanced at it from the street) and left. Originally we wanted to walk to the riverfront to enjoy the tower, but eventually the crowd blocked us—turns out the real music fountain was over here, dancing to the music. Now, that was a truly huge music fountain. We definitely don’t have anything like it in our little town.

August 19 happened to be Chinese Doctors’ Day, and the tower displayed a blessing message, adding a ceremonial touch. Afterward, in the nearby park, we saw lots of young guys singing live for their streams—quite atmospheric. I didn’t dare listen too long, afraid the lyrics might get too moving and blur my vision, making it hard to see the way. We wandered till past ten, then tried to take the subway back to the hotel, only to get totally turned around by the navigation. We tried every direction, and eventually had to ask for directions—turns out we had passed the station several times. Back at the hotel, we ordered food delivery, and the stir-fried greens got a family-wide thumbs up—super awesome.

The next day we spontaneously added a Canton Tower climb. We booked tickets first thing in the morning; free tickets for seniors require booking many days in advance via their official account, and there were none for the day, so we had to pay. Our first stop for the day was the Chen Clan Ancestral Hall, said to be a quintessential example of Lingnan architecture. Tickets could be booked on the day, and you could sign up for a free guided group tour at the service center—just a deposit for the audio device, returned afterward. They called numbers about every 20 minutes, and if you missed yours, no chance to make it up. So after signing up, we lingered near the gate. Our time was meant to be 40 minutes later, but the previous group didn’t show, so they skipped to ours early. The guide, a young lady, was very professional and gave us a great insight into Lingnan culture, and also highlighted how Guangzhou’s trade ties with the Western world have long been remarkably forward-looking.

Second stop: Shamian Island, with its distinctive architecture and century-old trees. Young people were snapping photos. Looking at the lush plants at the base of the trees, they felt familiar—weren’t those the same potted plants carefully tended in northern homes? Here, they’re just planted by the roadside. Along the riverfront park, many elderly folks were showing off talents, with saxophones playing. A gentle breeze blew. Guangzhou is such an inclusive city; sitting there, I felt like I was slowly putting down roots, as comfortable as being in my hometown square—so familiar it made me dazed. Only catching sight of palm trees clearly reminded me this was the South. We grabbed boxed meals from the nearby 7-Eleven, and the elderly and kids went back to the hotel to rest.

Next stop: Yongqing Fang, on foot. The most immediate impression was how even a tiny house by the street could be turned into a business. No wonder Guangdong is an economic powerhouse—people’s mindset on life differs from that in Shandong, where civil service exams are an obsession. We ran into roadworks, and an old man directed us to a shortcut, which took us past the Zhan Tianyou Former Residence Memorial Hall, and even a model train display was inside the primary school next door. Reaching Yongqing Fang, there were plenty of Instagrammable snack shops with young folks taking photos. We visited the Cantonese Opera Museum, glanced at the stage, and briefly admired the gorgeous costumes without waiting for the 7 p.m. performance. We had booked Canton Tower tickets for 8 p.m. So before leaving, we peeked into ‘the most beautiful bookstore,’ Zhongshuge—it’s rather small and felt heavy on marketing, not worth a special trip.

Then my friend and I eagerly headed to Canton Tower. The elderly and kids took a taxi from the hotel to meet at the ticket office. The crowd was insane—they had closed nearby roads for pedestrians in the evening. Then came the long waits: first for security, then for the tower elevator, at least an hour in total. So our 9 p.m. booking for Haixin Bridge was completely wasted; we were stuck waiting. I noticed that some ticket holders were directed to different elevators—maybe those who’d bought movie tickets for the tower? Before boarding the elevator, we took a photo to pick up at the top. Around ten o’clock we finally made it up, taking the highest elevator, occasionally catching sight of the tower’s colorful exterior. The moment we stepped out, my head buzzed—that familiar shrieking of children, the deafening decibels. Inside that two-story, floor-to-ceiling windowed, enclosed space, it felt less impressive than from the ground. And that photo? A manually photoshopped background, 128 yuan. We snapped some pictures, strolled around until the crowd thinned, paid to use the telescope, and then waited to descend. Just as we stepped out of the tower, the lights went out. After the elderly and kids left, I thought about visiting the Temple of the Six Banyan Trees, but a quick search showed its lights were off too. So I boarded a bus, switched to a bike, and pushed the bike up a bridge across the river. In the early hours, with occasional cars passing, cruise boats floating on the water, and my own heavy breathing in my ears, I pedaled all the way back to the hotel. Exhausted, and ready to rest.

August 21: checked out of the apartment. In the end, we never made it to the nearest Tianzi Wharf; we’d planned to take the water bus there, but the schedule never worked out. We should have gone on our first evening in Guangzhou, maybe even squeezed in a night cruise on the Pearl River—I knew it’d be a tourist trap, but you know the saying: ‘you’ve come all this way.’ Before leaving Guangzhou, we wandered around nearby Beijing Road, stopped by the Temple of the Six Banyan Trees, sitting right in the hustle and bustle, enshrining Mazu. For lunch, we charged into a luosifen (river snail rice noodle) shop across the street: a family-style combo bowl and a veggie noodle bowl, two completely different flavors but both delicious. Business was booming.

Lugging our bags, we transferred on the subway and took the intercity train from Guangzhou South Station to Zhuhai’s Mingzhu Station. The hotel in Zhuhai was super close to the beach—one traffic light, just over a hundred meters away. Again, beyond expectations. Downstairs there were claypot rice restaurants, grilled oyster stalls, a supermarket and dessert shop at the corner; incredibly convenient. The kid happily soaked in the bathtub at the hotel.

In the evening, we sat by the beach first. The Hong Kong-Zhuhai-Macau Bridge was right before our eyes; to the left, the Zhuhai Opera House (the Riyue Bei Shell), to the right, the City Balcony, and further off, the Zhuhai Fisher Girl. The kid was thrilled catching little crabs and romping on the sand. Compared to Guangzhou, the clouds seemed lower here, and there were fewer tourists. The streets had plenty of shared bikes, including some with child seats, and bus fares were just 1 yuan anywhere. The beach offered free foot-washing taps. The whole city felt down-to-earth, just like the beach broadcast said: ‘Once you’re here, you’re a Zhuhai local.’

On August 22, with health declaration codes ready at the hotel, we headed straight to Gongbei Port and crossed into Macau. Having read online that the Ruins of St. Paul’s would be crowded, we planned to first take the cable car at Erlonghou Park up to Guia Lighthouse. But once again, the navigation app left us going in circles. We had to ask locals for directions and hastily bought two pineapple buns to make change for the bus. Then an awkward moment: a 13-year-old Shandong boy sat on the priority seat. An elderly Macau lady got on and said something—we couldn’t understand, but clearly she meant he shouldn’t sit there. We yanked the boy up to give the seat. Later, when getting off, a 9-year-old couldn’t push through the crowd and the bus doors closed without him; his grandmother screamed from the street, then loudly scolded him, making him cry. The navigation was a mess, but we stumbled upon Macau Polytechnic University. After constantly asking directions, we finally climbed up to Monte Fort, then retraced our steps back to the university, and ended up at Lotus Square. The group was close to breaking down. We crossed an underpass and stopped to rest just 50 meters from Fisherman’s Wharf. I went ahead to the navigation point—Macau is definitely different from the mainland. I was standing right opposite the street, but to get there I had to walk to a footbridge, cross, and walk back, which was exhausting. I returned to the underpass intending to bus to St. Paul’s, but was told we’d need to go to the Grand Prix Museum near Lotus Square. Seeing we had two boys with us, they suggested the museum. Haha, but it was Tuesday—closed. The staff waved at me from across the street to say not open.

After finally getting on a bus, we got off two stops later and started climbing slopes again. The group was already crying to go back to the hotel. To soothe tempers, we looked for food first and stumbled upon a cha chaan teng that had a waiting line. So we waited again, about half an hour, and finally dug in. The food was great, reasonably priced, and they accepted Alipay. We saw an elderly man finishing his meal and tipping the entire waitstaff—really nice. After eating, we pushed on to the Ruins of St. Paul’s. The navigation was utterly useless; we’d walk and end up farther away. After asking many people and squeezing through many alleyways that barely looked like paths, we finally found it. By then, the underage kids were completely wrecked; they just sat down at St. Paul’s and refused to move. The grandmother and I quickly toured the adjacent Macau Museum, then whisked the elderly and kids by taxi to The Venetian.

The middle-aged ones kept walking, asking directions, retracing steps, and asking again until finally locating a bus stop. The Venetian, The Londoner, and The Parisian are all right next to each other. Inside the malls, we followed signs and looped around before meeting up with the elderly and kids. The old folks enjoyed wandering the casino floors (the entertainment areas), the kids relished the air conditioning and their phones, and the middle-aged women browsed duty-free cosmetics. Around 7 p.m., we took a hotel shuttle back to the Gongbei border, ending the day. Due to time and exhaustion, we missed the golden tree and diamond shows at various hotels. But Macau residents felt genuinely warm—anytime we asked for directions, they patiently explained. My parents were really struck by how money is made in the casinos, muttering that farming lifestyles can’t compare. Their dreams of building greenhouses and raising pigs were completely shattered.

August 23 was a free day. We slept in, the kid went to splash in the shallows. Since we realized we were one night short on hotel booking, we scrambled online to find another. In the evening, we biked to various seaside spots, shopped at the supermarket for southern fruits and herbal teas. The signature mango pomelo sago at a dessert shop was absolutely delicious—nothing like what we have back home. And here, dessert shops don’t just sell drinks; they also pair them with savory snacks like pig trotters in ginger and vinegar. Definitely a different concept from the milk tea shops up north.

August 24 marked our first rainy day of the trip. It probably rained heavily overnight, but by morning it was just drizzling. After checking out, we took a bus across the Hong Kong-Zhuhai-Macau Bridge into Hong Kong. The weather was kind: during the crossing, the skies on the right cleared up, offering views of the sea on both sides through the windows. The arrival point was very close to Hong Kong International Airport, so we could see planes taking off and landing, exciting the kid on board. The first thing we did after clearing customs was rush to the restroom, and that’s where I strongly felt the difference—clean, odorless, and stocked with toilet paper. Compared to our small town, that’s a very humane touch.

After that, we used navigation to find the hotel. For the entire Hong Kong stay, the Citymapper app did the trick for directions. But the automatic ticket machines didn’t accept 100-dollar HK notes, so we went back to the 7-Eleven in the arrival hall to break them. I even had the cashier check the bus fare—I couldn’t believe a bus fare would involve odd cents. With senior and child discounts, we ended up needing 70 HK cents, which was impossible to pay with paper money. Alipay worked, but WeChat Pay didn’t, so we couldn’t use a single phone to pay for two people like on the mainland; we had to pay part in cash. The bus had USB ports for charging phones. The red taxis on the road had a very Hong Kong vibe, with stickers rejecting illegal cabs—clearly different from the mainland ride-hailing system. We checked into our hotel, right off Nathan Road, with very convenient dining around. But Hong Kong-style afternoon tea required a wait, and the elderly weren’t into Western food, so they made do with Yoshinoya, while the kid went straight for McDonald’s. The staff taking our orders and at the front desk were all nice and tried their best to use Mandarin. We didn’t encounter any discrimination for speaking Mandarin; the young woman even apologized for mispronouncing a word. Everyone tried to use words the other could understand. Though sometimes the phrasing was a bit stiff, the meaning got through.

We’d booked round-trip Peak Tram tickets a day ahead. After lunch, we set off by MTR. On the way, we spotted the famous Ding Ding trams around Central. At the ticket office, it was still crowded, and we got an up-close look at a scramble for position involving some foreign friends—elbowing and shoving in the fray. Up at the Peak, it was just after sunset and before full darkness. We leaned on a railing to take in the day view of Victoria Harbour, then waited as the night lights began to twinkle. We caught snippets of visitor accents from all over—Heze, Shandong; Japanese; indistinguishable European or American. And some really pretty young ladies. Then came the peak-hour queue for the tram back down. The small plaza had a snaking line of people, circling a dozen times. We waited about an hour again, and the ride down took just two minutes.

We took a bus to the Central Ferris Wheel. After getting off, we still had to walk and wind around. We arrived at 9 p.m. but didn’t board until 10 p.m.—queuing for tickets, then again for a cabin. Definitely book online in advance if you want to ride; buying on the spot is a pain. After three rotations, we spotted the Mister Softee truck—and people were still queuing. At the nearby Central Pier, we found Pier 7 and hopped on the Star Ferry to Wan Chai, feeling the sea breeze, a true night sail across Victoria Harbour. Then we had to get more change and wait for a bus back to the hotel. I never expected that by 11:30 p.m., Nathan Road would be pretty much shut. Only a few 7-Elevens and McDonald’s remained. That wasn’t what I imagined—shouldn’t this be a city that never sleeps? How come bedtimes are so regular? Back in our small city, barbecue joints stay open till one or two in the morning.

The next day, we mostly slept in. Originally planned to visit M+ and the Palace Museum, but there were no tickets online, so we went to check on-site. First, we strolled near the Avenue of Stars. While eating, a sudden shower fell—came fast and went quickly. We took the MTR to K11 MUSEA. My guide mentioned a sculpture park on the 6th and 7th floors, so I thought we shouldn’t miss it. Turned out to be just a big open-air deck… ugh. By then there was no trace of the rain. We browsed the mall, found the exit near the Avenue of Stars, wandered back and forth, saw the McMug statue, and searched for celebrity handprints.

In the afternoon, we visited the Hong Kong Museum of Art and the Space Museum. It was a free admission day at the Art Museum, with sea-view areas on every floor. We breezed through each gallery, then went next door to the Space Museum. Tickets were cheap, but the dome theater shows were almost sold out, unless you waited for the 8 p.m. one. So if you’re bringing kids and want to watch a film, make sure to line up for those tickets first before exploring elsewhere. Compared to Guangzhou’s Science Center, this wasn’t as big, but the crowds were more manageable, and you could still queue up and try most exhibits. The kids loved the motion surfing game and many queued to ride twice. Afterward, we retrieved our stored luggage from the hotel and grabbed dinner. We’d been eating rice for days, so we opted for ramen right by the hotel entrance for a change. Everything fine, until we asked at the checkout if they accepted WeChat Pay or Alipay—they were settling HK dollars to RMB at a 1:1 rate. We indignantly pulled out a 100 HK dollar note; no way we’d overpay.

Hong Kong felt different from Macau. Macau seemed more woven into daily life—residents crossing the border in the morning to buy groceries and come back, families out for meals with a baby in arms, dignified middle-aged men stepping out of shops in crisp clothes, helpful aunties patiently giving directions, old grannies chatting and cooling off in front of apartment buildings… In Hong Kong, we mostly visited popular tourist spots, so we mainly saw service staff and visitors from all over the world. On the bus, a Korean young lady with her eomeoni (mother); in a pedestrian bridge elevator, two women chatting in English; an Indian uncle with a white turban; a pregnant couple in Southeast Asian attire… When I can’t yet travel to every corner of the globe, I come to a place where people from all over the world gather. Hong Kong, indeed, is something else.

From Hong Kong back to Shenzhen, we’d booked a hotel closest to Shenzhen Bay Port and had also scoped out a bus to Shenzhen Bay. But wanting to buy cigarettes at a duty-free shop, we opted for the busier Futian Port instead. Then took the subway and transferred to the hotel—standing the whole way, pretty tiring. That was right after we realized in Zhuhai that we’d missed booking a hotel night, so we’d hastily grabbed a windowless room. The next day, sleeping till 10 a.m. still felt like the middle of the night—a real jet-lag-like time warp. This hotel was also booked on the fly. Reviews mentioned asking the front desk for food recommendations, and it turned out a famous Cantonese tea house, Fanlou, was only a hundred meters away. So we queued up again, waiting close to an hour. We pre-bought a four-person set meal online and randomly added a few dishes. The set turned out to be ample, with many signature dishes that hit the spot. The extras we ordered were a bit hit-and-miss. We ate until we were utterly stuffed and packed the leftover dim sum, leaving fully satisfied. This trip, we’d hardly had a proper sit-down meal; this one really made us want to come back for more. For the portions and price, it was incredibly good value and delicious. Then we dragged our bags to a hotel near Sea World. We passed a century-old dessert shop but were too full to try it. Later we found out it had no other branches—a slight regret. In the afternoon, the elderly and kids rested, and in the evening we checked out Sea World on our own. The middle-aged woman (me) dashed to the outlet mall to see the world. With no time for shopping in Hong Kong, we hunted bargains in Shenzhen instead, staying until 9 p.m. I rushed back to the hotel worried I’d miss the last subway connection, then went to eat at another place the front desk had recommended, a restaurant called Tou Pai Kitchen. Another set meal. Portions were so-so, and nobody found the flavors outstanding—the stir-fried greens weren’t impressive, the shrimp nothing special. Not sure if the set didn’t include their signature dishes or we just didn’t know what to order, but we found ourselves craving Fanlou even more.

August 27: The elderly and kids rested at the hotel, while the middle-aged squad visited Sea World, strolled along the coast, gazing across at Hong Kong and seeing the old border defenses.

We rode the subway a lot throughout the trip. Only near the end, in Shenzhen, did we notice that every subway entrance had an elevator for people with disabilities. So if you’re hauling large luggage, definitely look for the accessible pathways. We’re strong types and just lugged everything everywhere, ending up bruised all over.

In the afternoon, we switched to a hotel near Shenzhen Bao’an Airport. With a tight budget, we’d booked a 6:30 a.m. red-eye flight, so we had to leave the hotel at 4 a.m. Once we checked in that afternoon, we went full-on food delivery mode—four rounds: for the old, for the young, dessert, and a late-night snack. We played with the hotel’s smart home features, wake-up call service, and free airport shuttle.

At the airport, we dropped our bags, passed security, found our gate, peeked at the satellite concourse, figured out the luggage carts and strollers. Too early to see any takeoffs, but we spotted the little sofas mentioned in travel tips for overnight stays. Boarded, watched the sunrise, eagerly anticipated the in-flight meal. It wasn’t great, but filled the stomach. Couldn’t stand the cold though—requested two blankets, gazed out the window at the cloud layers, then dozed off. Waking up with a jolt as the plane touched down was quite the thrill, gave me a start.

We took the airport bus back to our little town, sleeping all the way. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw chickens covering the hillsides—yep, we’re home. What’s sad isn’t the chickens on the hills, it’s that those chickens aren’t yours. Going from big cities to a small town, there’s indeed a bit of a letdown. Riding home on an e-bike, a kind woman called out, ‘Quick, tuck in your skirt, it’s going to catch in the wheel!’ See, that’s the human touch of a small town.

A whole month of trip planning, and the itinerary was too intense. Save it for next time to put into action~

Guangzhou Day 1: Guangzhou Science Center — Huacheng Square — Guangdong Provincial Museum (book one week in advance, 10 p.m., 5 tickets per person) — Guangzhou Library — Huacheng Hui K11 for meals — Ersha Island Art Park — Haixin Bridge (book 3 days in advance, at latest 1 day before, sunset) — Canton Tower (lights on at 7 p.m.) — Haixinsha Music Plaza (8:30 p.m.) — Pearl River night cruise group ticket

Day 2: Chen Clan Ancestral Hall — Xihua Road snack street — Guangdong Customs Museum — Shamian Island — Yongqing Fang (Cantonese Opera Museum, most beautiful bookstore) — Yuexiu Park (Zhenhai Tower) — Sun Yat-sen Memorial Hall — Beijing Road Pedestrian Street (landmark left: Temple of the Six Banyan Trees, landmark right: Fuqian West Street graffiti wall, straight ahead 3D printing screen)

Guangzhou Water Bus official account

Taikoo Hui · toilet

APM tram

Most Beautiful 7 km

Guangdong Restaurant: shrimp dumplings siu mai chicken feet spare ribs, beef brisket claypot rice noodle roll, tripe, peanut pork knuckle, fermented bean curd pork knuckle, crispy shrimp rice noodle roll, beef balls

Zhuhai

Xiangzhou District, get off at Mingzhu Station

Huayin Plaza

Coastal check-in

Riyue Bei · Zhuhai Opera House (eat at Yangyun Plaza, Fuhuali, Jiuzhou Avenue) - Xinguangli 2nd Street (Ghibli) - Lovers’ Road - City Balcony - Fisher Girl - Love Post Office - Beach Bathing Area (bikes) - Hong Kong-Zhuhai-Macau Bridge night view

Day 2

Xiangzhou Passenger Port ferry (100RMB/person) Guishan Island, Wailingding Island, Dong’ao Island, Wanshan Island (choose one)

Macau

Border Gate 25/25b - Erlonghou Park - (Songshan Tunnel/Guia Hotel shuttle to port Fisherman’s Wharf) - Lotus Square - Macau Science Center - Ruins of St. Paul’s - Monte Fort - Golden Jade Full Hall (Baima Hang branch, pork chop rice) - St. Dominic’s Church - Senado Square - Grand Lisboa (star hotel shuttle to Galaxy Hotel, 30-minute performance, across the road Rua do Cunha) / Bus 33 to Rua do Cunha - Walk to Venetian - Follow signs to Londoner - Parisian - (Exit Venetian, MGM entrance through casino, free food) - Wynn Palace free cable car - Wynn Palace rear shuttle

Macau Wynn (can eat) Golden Tree performance - shuttle back to Gongbei

Other route: Border Gate left side 17s - Macau Science Center - Fisherman’s Wharf - Sands - Lotus Square - Songshan Pedestrian Tunnel - Erlonghou Park (Guia Lighthouse 2 yuan cable car)

Londoner - Parisian - Venetian - Studio City Ferris wheel - Wynn Palace

Ruins of St. Paul’s - Avenida de Almeida Ribeiro - Grand Lisboa - Guia Lighthouse

Border Gate left shuttle - Grand Lisboa (eat at Golden Jade Full Hall, pork chop rice) - Ruins of St. Paul’s - Right side Fort Park - Grand Lisboa - Dexing (slippery egg beef rice) - Walk to Venetian

Hong Kong

Day 1

MTR Yau Ma Tei, Central direction, Tsim Sha Tsui

Fun: Underground Tsim Sha Tsui East J exit K11 MUSEA (6-7/F sky sculpture park) along Avenue of Stars - Bruce Lee statue - McMug - Hong Kong Museum of Art (10:00-18:00 rooftop terrace photo) - Space Museum (Astronomy Hall 13:00-21:00 dome show 40 min) - Star Ferry Pier (to Wan Chai direction) - Wan Chai Pier - Golden Bauhinia Square, south along footbridge through Gloucester Road to Hennessy Road, Ding Ding tram westbound towards Kennedy Town (board at rear door)

Wan Chai - Central - Sheung Wan - HKU

MTR: Victoria Peak tram - sightseeing bus terminus at Two IFC Central alight - Central Ferris Wheel - Central Pier - Star Ferry (Tsim Sha Tsui direction) - Victoria Harbour night view

4 p.m.: Victoria Peak Klook package + wax museum, single ticket

@Yongdong Bus - Hong Kong: 📍 Service point: G/F, No. 380-390A Shanghai Street, Yau Ma Tei - MTR Yau Ma Tei Exit A1 (Yongdong Travel Agency)

📍 Tuen Mun V City Service Point, Tuen Mun V City MTR West Rail Station Public Transport Interchange cross-border bus stop (MTR Tuen Mun Station Exit C)

Yongdong Direct Bus

Plan 2: Bus stop on Bar Street Ding Ding tram platform (walk Convention and Exhibition Station footbridge, 3 yuan per person, board rear, alight front) - towards Murray Road, alight at Bank Street, walk to Peak Tram

Central Ferris Wheel - Ding Ding tram - Victoria Peak - Victoria Harbour

Day 2

Mong Kok Pedestrian Bridge, Ladies’ Market, Tung Choi Street (first night/second morning)

Yau Ma Tei: Temple Street Night Market

M+ Art Museum, Hong Kong Palace Museum

MTR Yau Ma Tei, Central direction, Tsim Sha Tsui Exit D: Hong Kong Museum of History (10:00-) - Hong Kong Science Museum (10:00-) walk to K11

Shopping: MTR exit A along Haiphong Road to Harbour City (roadside Mister Softee)

Hong Kong Museum Pass 17 museums 4 persons 100 HKD

Application locations: Hong Kong Museum of Art, Hong Kong Heritage Museum, Hong Kong Science Museum, Hong Kong Space Museum, Hong Kong Museum of History, Hong Kong Museum of Coastal Defence, Dr. Sun Yat-sen Museum

Air conditioning strong, bring a light jacket