Ten-Day Summer Tour of Guangzhou, Zhuhai, Macau, Hong Kong, and Shenzhen

After waiting for half a month to grab a sleeper train ticket, I ended up spending over 400 RMB extra by buying tickets for three stops ahead just to get seats, and the tickets were consecutive. Now I think I should have waited a bit longer for the waitlist—it probably would have worked out. Since this train didn’t stop at small stations, we needed to transfer in Xuzhou. To avoid delays, we even changed our ticket to Xuzhou despite having no seats, and the train we were supposed to take was delayed by 20 minutes. At the station, I went from anxious to laughing—the more you fear something, the more it happens. But the conductor said the train was fast, just wait, and sure enough, it sped up along the way and arrived in Xuzhou on time.

Once we got on the sleeper, we started eating. We brought lots of snacks and self-heating pots, but lying on the train, instant noodles tasted the best. The next day at noon, we tried the box lunch from the dining car—expensive and bland. From now on, I’ll just bring instant noodles. The other snacks we brought all the way back home without eating; strangely, at home they’d be gone quickly, but outside I don’t feel like eating them.

After about 21 hours, we arrived in Guangzhou. We got used to the subway rhythm in a big city and checked into a hotel apartment near Tianzi Pier that evening. Thanks to the front desk guy—seeing we had elderly people, he upgraded us to a suite, and from the room we could even see part of the Pearl River. That exceeded our expectations. In fact, everyone was so satisfied that our trip nearly turned into ordering takeout and staying in the room. So we canceled the first night’s Guangzhou night tour, stayed in to watch the night view, and enjoyed the air conditioning.

First stop in Guangzhou: a half-day trip to the Science Center in Panyu District. We came for the Guinness World Record as Asia’s largest science museum, but the experience was very average. First, the deafening noise upon entering—if the daily limit is 20,000 visitors, at least half were children. They were yelling in that huge building like summer cicadas buzzing in your ears. It was a weekend during summer break, and there were endless student study tour groups—a perfect storm. Every hall, every exhibit was crowded. Even if you touched a hands-on device, a kid next to you would press all the buttons. Choosing this attraction was a big mistake; the primary and middle school students got nothing out of it. It wasn’t as impressive as the three or four university gates we saw passing by the university town on the way.

At noon we took a taxi back to Wanshengwei, the starting point of the so-called “Guangzhou’s Most Beautiful Seven Kilometers” tram. I never expected it would be such a nightmare. Many people came to photograph the tram. Even though we were the first to buy tickets and queue, standing at the front row by the door, when the door opened, the crowd behind surged. Our elderly lady’s shoe got stuck under the tram, and the old man was pushed spinning at the door, nearly falling. Luckily a kind guy pulled him up. Everyone wanted to grab seats by the river side—it was insane. The station was chaotic, with zero safety measures. Kids even ran onto the tracks while waiting. Staff yelled reminders, but it didn’t help much. By the time we reached Canton Tower, we had no mood for sightseeing. The elderly and children were exhausted. We glanced at the tower, then took a taxi back to the hotel. As for whether those seven kilometers were beautiful—honestly, you only see the river. It’s not as amazing as advertised, not worth a special trip. If you really want to ride, don’t start at the first station—it’s too crowded and dangerous. Better board at the next stop, but during summer break it’s completely unnecessary.

Then only two middle-aged women continued wandering. We took the subway to the Provincial Library, which was huge. We briefly walked through every floor to feel the learning atmosphere of a big city. Then we planned to visit Huacheng Hui for shopping, but it turned out to be all restaurants. Exiting Huacheng Hui and walking up, we saw a small fountain square with many tourists sitting around. Since I knew from research there was a Haixinsha Music Square, we waited nearby. Then it started singing, and the crowd cheered with the water jets. I was puzzled—our small town has a fountain square of this scale too. Why is this one so attractive? After three or four songs, the fountain stopped, and the crowd moved toward Canton Tower. Passing the Provincial Museum—we couldn’t get reservations even a week in advance—we glanced from the roadside and moved on. We planned to walk to the river to enjoy the tower, but were blocked by a crowd. The real music fountain was here, dancing to songs. It was indeed a very large music fountain—our small town doesn’t have that.

August 19 was Doctors’ Day, and the tower displayed blessing messages, giving a sense of ceremony. Then in the nearby park, we saw young guys singing live on streaming, which was quite atmospheric. We didn’t dare listen too long—afraid the lyrics would be too touching and blur our eyes. We walked around until after 10 pm, then planned to take the subway back to the hotel. But the navigation sent us in circles trying to find the station entrance. We extended in every direction and finally asked for directions, even though we had passed it several times. Back at the hotel, we ordered takeout. The stir-fried greens got unanimous praise—super delicious.

The next day, we spontaneously added a trip to Canton Tower. We booked tickets early in the morning; free tickets for seniors require advance reservation many days in advance on the official account, so there were none available that day. We had to pay. First stop of the day: Chen Clan Ancestral Hall, said to be very Lingnan-style. Tickets could be booked that day. The service center offers free group guided tours; just deposit for the audio guide, refundable later. Numbers are called every 20 minutes, and missed numbers are not rescheduled. So after booking, we lingered near the gate. Originally it was 40 minutes later, but the previous number was skipped because no one was waiting. The guide was very professional, teaching us a lot about Lingnan culture and how forward Guangzhou’s trade with the Western world was.

Second stop: Shamian Island, with many distinctive buildings and century-old trees. Handsome guys and pretty girls were taking photos. The lush greenery under the trees looked familiar—those are potted plants carefully tended in northern homes, but here they’re planted right along the roadside. Along the riverside park, many seniors were performing talents. Listening to saxophone and feeling the breeze, Guangzhou feels very inclusive. I felt like I could sit here and slowly put down roots, as if I were in my hometown square—disorientingly familiar. Only the coconut trees by the road reminded me that this is the south. We ate box lunches from a nearby 7-Eleven, then the elderly and children went back to the hotel to rest.

Next stop: walking through Yongqing Fang. The most intuitive feeling was that even a small street-side house could be used for business. No wonder it’s a strong economic province—people’s life philosophy is different from Shandong’s obsession with civil service exams. We encountered road construction, and an uncle directed us to a shortcut, passing by Zhan Tianyou’s Former Residence Museum. There was even a train model in the neighboring elementary school yard. At Yongqing Fang, many trendy snack shops attracted young people for photo ops. We visited the Cantonese Opera Museum, glanced at the stage, admired the beautiful costumes briefly, but didn’t wait for the 7 pm Cantonese opera performance. We had booked tickets for Canton Tower at 8 pm. Before leaving, we checked out “the most beautiful bookstore” Zhongshuge, but it was quite small and felt over-hyped—not worth a special trip.

Then my sister and I excitedly went to Canton Tower. The elderly and children took a taxi from the hotel and met us at the ticket office. It was incredibly crowded. The road was closed to traffic for pedestrians. Then long queues: first security check, then the elevator to the tower. It took at least an hour, so our 21:00 Haixinsha Bridge reservation was wasted just waiting here. Some tickets were directed to different elevator entrances—maybe those who bought tower cinema tickets. Before boarding the elevator, we had a photo taken for pickup at the top. Around 10 pm, we finally made it up, taking the highest elevator. Occasionally we saw the multicolored tower body. When we got out, our ears were blasted: the same noisy children, deafening decibels. In an enclosed two-story floor-to-ceiling window building, it didn’t look as good as from the ground. As for that photo, they photoshopped a background for 128 RMB. We took pictures at the top, strolled around until fewer people, paid to use the telescope, then waited for the elevator down. Just as we stepped out of the tower, the lights went off. After the elderly and children retreated, I wanted to visit the Big Buddha Temple, but searching showed it had also turned off its lights. I took a bus, then transferred to a bike, pushing it across the river bridge. At midnight on the bridge, occasional cars passing, cruise ships floating on the river, and my panting—I cycled all the way back to the hotel, exhausted, and rested.

On August 21, we checked out of the hotel apartment. We never made it to Tianzi Pier, the closest to the hotel, where we had planned to take a water bus, but the schedule didn’t work. We should have gone on the first night, also for a Pearl River night cruise, even if it’s a tourist trap—after all, “since you’re already here.” Before leaving Guangzhou, we visited nearby Beijing Road and saw the Big Buddha Temple, located in a bustling commercial area, enshrining Mazu. At noon, we went to the rice noodle shop opposite. One bowl of “Family Feast” and one bowl of vegetable rice noodles—both different but delicious, and the business was booming.

Carrying luggage, we took the subway to Guangzhou South Station and then the intercity rail to Zhuhai-Mingzhu Station. The hotel in Zhuhai was super close to the beach—just one traffic light, about 100 meters away. Another pleasant surprise. There were claypot rice and grilled oyster shops downstairs, a supermarket and dessert shop at the street corner. Life was very convenient. The kid even happily enjoyed a bath in the hotel bathtub.

In the evening, we first sat on the beach. The Hong Kong-Zhuhai-Macao Bridge was right in front. To the left was the Zhuhai Opera House (Sun and Moon Shell), to the right we could see the City Balcony and even further, the Zhuhai Fisher Girl. The kid was excited chasing little crabs on the sand. Compared to Guangzhou, the clouds here were lower, and there were fewer tourists. Many shared bikes on the road, some with baby seats. The bus fare was only 1 RMB everywhere. The beach had free foot-washing taps. The whole city felt very down-to-earth, just like the beach broadcast said: “Once you’re here, you’re a Zhuhai person.”

On August 22, we prepared the customs declaration QR code at the hotel and headed straight for Gongbei Port to cross into Macau. Since online said the Ruins of St. Paul’s was crowded, we planned to take the cable car at Jardim da Flora to Guia Fortress. But the navigation went crazy again—couldn’t guide us correctly. We had to ask locals, and even bought two pineapple buns to get change for the bus. Then an awkward moment: a 13-year-old Shandong boy was sitting in a priority seat. An elderly Macau lady boarded and said something we couldn’t understand, essentially that he shouldn’t sit there. She made him get up, and when getting off, a 9-year-old couldn’t get through the crowd in time, and the bus closed before he got off, scaring his grandmother who shouted at him, making him cry. The navigation was still failing. We accidentally saw the University of Macau. After repeatedly asking directions, we finally climbed up to the Monte Fort, then backtracked to the University of Macau and arrived at the Lotus Square. The group was nearly broken. We crossed an underpass, rested 50 meters from the Fisherman’s Wharf. I ran to the navigation spot—Macau is indeed different from the mainland. I stood across the road, but to cross I had to go to a footbridge, cross the road, and come back. So tiring. We returned to the underpass and planned a bus to St. Paul’s, but someone said we needed to go to the Grand Prix Museum near Lotus Square. With two boys, they suggested visiting the museum—haha, but it was closed on Tuesdays. The guard directly waved from across the street.

Finally we caught a bus, got off after two stops, and started walking uphill again. The group was shouting to go back to the hotel. To calm them, we ate first. We stumbled upon a tea restaurant that required waiting. About half an hour later, we got our food—delicious and reasonably priced, could use Alipay. An elderly man finished his meal and tipped all the staff. Nice. After eating, we continued to St. Paul’s. The navigation was useless; the distance kept increasing. After asking many people and passing through alleyways that didn’t look like roads, we finally found it. The minors were completely exhausted and sat at St. Paul’s, refusing to go anywhere. The grandmother and I briefly visited the Macau Museum next to it, then we sent the elderly and children by taxi to the Venetian.

The middle-aged women kept walking, asking directions, backtracking, and asking again until we found the bus stop. The Venetian, Londoner, and Parisian are adjacent. We walked through the mall following signs to meet the elderly and children. The old folks liked looking at the casino areas, the kids liked playing on phones with AC, and the middle-aged women checked out duty-free cosmetics. At around 7 pm, we took the hotel shuttle back to Gongbei Border Gate, ending the day. Due to time and energy, we didn’t see the golden tree or diamond shows at the hotels, but Macau residents were very warm and patient when giving directions. The old folks were shocked by the casino business model, lamenting that farming couldn’t compare, dashing their dreams of greenhouses and pig farming.

On August 23, free day. Everyone slept in. The kid went to the beach to wade. We realized we had booked one fewer day at the hotel, so we searched online for a new one. In the evening, we cycled along scenic spots by the sea, bought southern fruits and herbal tea at the supermarket, and had mango sago at a dessert shop—it was really good, nothing like ours. Dessert shops here also sell savory snacks like pig trotters with ginger, different from northern bubble tea shops.

On August 24, the first rainy day of the trip. It must have rained heavily at night; in the morning it was just drizzling. We checked out and took a bus across the Hong Kong-Zhuhai-Macao Bridge into Hong Kong. The weather cooperated: the sky to the right began to clear, and we could see sea views from the windows. The immigration point was very close to Hong Kong Airport; we could see planes taking off and landing, exciting the kids. The first thing we did after crossing was rush to the restroom, and we strongly felt the difference—clean, no odor, and toilet paper provided. Much more user-friendly than our small town.

Then we navigated to the hotel using Citymapper, which worked well. But the automatic ticket machines in Hong Kong didn’t accept 100 HKD bills, so we went back to the 7-Eleven in the immigration hall to change money. A nice lady there helped us check the bus fare, because we couldn’t believe a single bus ride could have such an odd amount, especially with senior and child discounts—it was 0.7 HKD. We had to use cash because Alipay worked but WeChat didn’t, so one phone couldn’t pay for two people. The bus had USB ports for charging. The red taxis were very Hong Kong-style, with signs rejecting illegal cabs—different from mainland taxi systems. We checked into a hotel next to Nathan Road, convenient for food, but the Hong Kong-style afternoon tea required waiting, and the elderly didn’t like Western food, so they reluctantly ate at Yoshinoya, and the kid had McDonald’s. The servers and hotel front desk were all nice, trying to use Mandarin. We didn’t encounter discrimination for speaking Mandarin; one server even apologized for mispronouncing a word. Everyone tried to use understandable terms, even if a bit stiff.

We had pre-booked round-trip tickets for the Peak Tram. We set off by subway after lunch. On the way, we saw the trams on the central island. The ticket office was also crowded. We witnessed foreigners joining the scramble for seats, getting jostled badly. After reaching the top, it was after sunset but before full darkness. We leaned on the railing to see the daytime Victoria Harbour view, then waited for the night lights. We also heard accents from all over: Heze in Shandong, Japanese, European/American—can’t tell. Pretty girls. Then during the peak descending time, we queued for the tram again. The small square had a crowd winding around dozens of circles. This time we waited about an hour, then a two-minute ride down.

We took a bus to the Central Ferris Wheel. After getting off, we still had to walk around and around. Arrived at 21:00, actually rode at 22:00—first queue for tickets, then queue for cabins. If you want to ride, book online in advance; buying on-site is too slow. After three rotations, we saw the富豪雪糕 (Government Ice Cream) truck, still with a line. At the nearby Central Pier, we took Pier 7 for the Star Ferry, enjoying the sea breeze to Wan Chai Pier—truly a night cruise of Victoria Harbour. Then we changed money again and waited for a bus back to the hotel. Surprisingly, Nathan Road at 11:30 pm was mostly closed. Only a few 7-Elevens and McDonald’s were open. This wasn’t what I expected—isn’t Hong Kong the city that never sleeps? The schedule is so regular. In our small town, barbecue stalls run until 1 or 2 am.

The next day we slept in. We had planned to visit M+ and the Hong Kong Palace Museum, but they were sold out online. We needed to check on-site, so first we explored the nearby Tsim Sha Tsui Promenade. While eating, a sudden shower passed quickly. We took the subway to K11 MUSEA. Research said there was a sculpture park on the 6th and 7th floors, so I didn’t want to miss it. But it turned out to be a big terrace. Ah… By then there was no trace of rain. We browsed the mall, found the exit near the Promenade, strolled around, saw the McDull statue, and looked for celebrity handprints.

In the afternoon, we visited the Hong Kong Museum of Art and the Space Museum. The art museum had free entry that day. Each floor had a sea-view rest area. We quickly went through all galleries, then went to the Space Museum next door. Tickets were cheap, but the Dome show tickets were mostly sold out unless we waited until 8 pm. So if you bring kids to watch a show, buy dome tickets first, then explore other things. Compared to the Guangzhou Science Center, this place wasn’t huge, but not as crowded. You could queue for each exhibit. Kids could play the surfing game multiple times. After finishing, we went back to the hotel to pick up stored luggage and had dinner. After days of rice, we chose ramen at the hotel entrance for a change. It was fine, but when paying, we asked if they accepted WeChat or Alipay, and they said 1:1 HKD to RMB—outrageous. We paid 100 HKD in cash, refusing to spend extra.

Hong Kong felt different from Macau. Macau seemed more integrated into daily life—residents crossing the border in the morning to buy groceries, families eating out with babies, a steady middle-aged man in casual clothes leaving a shop, an aunt patiently giving shopping directions, elderly women chatting in the shade by residential buildings… The places we visited in Hong Kong were mostly tourist hotspots, so we mainly saw service staff and tourists from around the world. Korean girls and their mom on the front of the bus, two girls speaking English in the elevator, an Indian uncle in a turban, a pregnant couple in Southeast Asian attire… When I can’t travel the world yet, I can go to a place where the world comes. Hong Kong is indeed different.

From Hong Kong to Shenzhen, we booked a hotel closest to the Shenzhen Bay Port and found a bus back there. But because we wanted to buy cigarettes at the duty-free shop, we chose the busiest Futian Port, then took the subway to the hotel, standing all the way—tiring. This was the hotel we booked on short notice after discovering we missed one day in Zhuhai, a windowless room. When we woke up at 10 the next day, it still felt like midnight, truly jet-lagged from reality. The hotel was temporary, and some reviews said you could ask the front desk for restaurant recommendations. Coincidentally, 100 meters away was a famous Cantonese tea house, Fan Lau. We queued again—half an hour to an hour. We ordered a set meal online for four and added a few dishes ourselves. The set was more than enough, with all the signature dishes being good. The ones we added were a bit disappointing. We ate until full and packed the leftovers, leaving content. Throughout the trip, we rarely had a proper sit-down meal; this one made us want to come back again. The portion and price of the set were very reasonable and tasty. We then dragged our luggage to a hotel near Sea World. We passed a century-old dessert shop but were too full to go, and later found out it was a single branch—a bit regrettable. In the afternoon, the elderly and children rested at the hotel. In the evening, we arranged for them to visit Sea World on their own. Meanwhile, the middle-aged women rushed to an outlet mall to see the world. We didn’t have time for shopping in Hong Kong, so we looked for bargains in Shenzhen. We shopped until 9 pm, worried about missing the last subway, and headed back to the hotel. Then we went to another recommended restaurant, Signature Chef. Again a set meal—mediocre portions, ordinary stir-fried greens, unremarkable shrimp. I don’t know if the set didn’t include signatures or we didn’t order right. We longed even more for Fan Lau.

On August 27, the elderly and children rested at the hotel. The middle-aged team toured Sea World, walked along the coast, saw Hong Kong across the water, and old border posts.

We spent a lot of time on the subway during the trip. Only near the end in Shenzhen did we notice that subway entrances have elevators for people with disabilities. So when carrying large luggage, look for barrier-free passages. We, being strong, just lugged it everywhere, bumping and bruising ourselves.

In the afternoon, we moved to a hotel near Shenzhen Bao’an Airport. Due to budget, we booked a red-eye flight at 6:30 am, so we had to leave the hotel at 4 am. From afternoon check-in, we went into ordering takeout mode: four rounds—for the elderly, for the kids, dessert, and a late-night snack. We experienced the hotel’s smart home features, wake-up service, and free airport shuttle.

At the airport, we checked luggage, went through security, found the gate, explored the satellite terminal, figured out luggage carts and child strollers. It was too early to see planes take off, but we saw the sleeping sofas mentioned in travel blogs. We boarded, watched the sunrise, eagerly awaited the plane meal—it wasn’t tasty but filled the stomach. The cold was unbearable; we asked for two blankets. Glanced at the clouds outside, then slept. Waking up with a start when the plane landed was quite thrilling.

We took an airport bus back to our small town, sleeping the whole way. Finally opened my eyes to see mountains full of chickens. Well, we’re back home. The sad part isn’t seeing the chickens, but that they aren’t yours. From a big city to a small town, there’s a bit of a letdown. Riding an e-bike home, a kind aunt reminded me to tuck my skirt away from the back wheel. See, that’s the warmth of a small town.

After a month of research, the itinerary was too intense. Maybe next time I’ll do better.

Guangzhou

Day1

Guangzhou Science Center – Huacheng Square – Guangdong Museum (reserve 1 week in advance, 10 pm, 5 tickets per person) – Guangzhou Library – Eat at Huacheng Hui K11 – Ersha Island Art Park – Haixinsha Bridge (reserve 3 days in advance, at least 1 day before, sunset) – Canton Tower (lights on at 7 pm) – Haixinsha Music Square (8:30 pm) – Pearl River night cruise group ticket

Day2

Chen Clan Ancestral Hall – Xihua Road Snack Street – Guangdong Customs Museum – Shamian Island – Yongqing Fang (Cantonese Opera Museum, best bookstore) – Yuexiu Park (Zhenhai Tower) – Sun Yat-sen Memorial Hall – Beijing Road Pedestrian Street (landmark left: Big Buddha Temple; right: Fuqian West Street graffiti wall; straight: 3D printing screen) – Guangzhou Water Bus official account – Taikoo Hui·Toilet – APM – Tram – Most Beautiful Seven Kilometers – Guangdong Restaurant: shrimp dumplings, siu mai, chicken feet, spare ribs, beef brisket with rice noodle rolls, steamed tripe, peanut and pig trotters, fermented bean curd pig trotters, crispy shrimp rice rolls, beef balls

Zhuhai

Xiangzhou District, get off at Mingzhu Station

Huayin Square – Coastal photo spots – Sun and Moon Shell (Zhuhai Opera House) (eat at Yangyun Plaza, Fuhuali, Jiuzhou Dao) – Xinguangli 2nd Street (Ghibli theme) – Lovers’ Road – City Balcony – Fisher Girl – Love Post Office – Seaside Bathing Beach (bicycle) – Night view of Hong Kong-Zhuhai-Macao Bridge

Day2

Ferry from Xiangzhou Passenger Terminal (100 RMB/person) to Guishan Island, Wailingding Island, Dong’ao Island, Wanshan Island (choose one)

Macau

Border Gate – Bus 25/25b – Jardim da Flora – (Songshan Tunnel / Estoril Hotel shuttle to port, Fisherman’s Wharf) – Lotus Square – Macau Science Center – Ruins of St. Paul’s – Monte Fort – Golden Full (Baimahang branch, pork chop rice) – St. Dominic’s Church – Senate Square – Grand Lisboa (hotel shuttle to Galaxy Hotel, 30-min show, opposite Rua da Cunha) / Bus 33 to Rua da Cunha – walk to The Venetian – follow signs through The Londoner – The Parisian – (exit The Venetian through MGM Grand casino, free snacks) – Wynn Palace free cable car – behind Wynn Palace take shuttle to Wynn Macau (can eat) – Fortune Tree show – shuttle back to Border Gate

Alternative route: Border Gate left side Bus 17s – Macau Science Center – Fisherman’s Wharf – Sands – Lotus Square – Songshan Pedestrian Tunnel – Jardim da Flora (Guia Fortress 2 MOP cable car)

The Londoner – The Parisian – The Venetian – Studio City Ferris Wheel – Wynn Palace

Ruins of St. Paul’s – São Paulo Street – Grand Lisboa – Guia Fortress

Left side of Border Gate shuttle – Grand Lisboa (Golden Full, pork chop rice) – Ruins of St. Paul’s – right side Monte Fort – Grand Lisboa – Tak Hing (egg slide beef rice) – walk to The Venetian

Hong Kong

Day1

Subway, Yau Ma Tei direction Central, Tsim Sha Tsui

Activities: Exit J (East Tsim Sha Tsui) K11 MUSEA (rooftop sculpture garden on 6th/7th floor) – Along Avenue of Stars – Bruce Lee statue – McDull – Hong Kong Museum of Art (10:00-18:00, rooftop terrace for photos) – Space Museum (Dome show 13:00-21:00, 40-min film) – Star Ferry (Government Ice Cream towards Wan Chai) – Wan Chai Pier – Golden Bauhinia Square – Walk south across the bridge to Hennessy Road, board tram towards Kennedy Town (board at rear, pay at front) – Wan Chai – Central – Sheung Wan – HKU

Subway: Peak Tram – sightseeing bus ends at Central International Finance Centre Phase 2 – Central Ferris Wheel – Central Pier – Star Ferry (to Tsim Sha Tsui) – Victoria Harbour night view

After 4 pm: The Peak on Klook package + Wax Museum, single ticket @ EEBus – Hong Kong: Location: Yau Ma Tei Shanghai Street 380-390A, G/F, Shanghai Building, Shop C – Yau Ma Tei MTR Exit A1 (Eternal Bus Company) – Tuen Mun V City Service Station: Tuen Mun V City West Rail Line Public Transport Interchange Cross-boundary Bus Stop (Tuen Mun MTR Exit C) – Eternal Bus

Option 2: Pa Law Road tram stop (via Exhibition Station footbridge, 3 HKD per person, board rear, alight front) – Murray Road direction, get off at Bank Street, walk to Peak Tram

Central Ferris Wheel – Tram – The Peak – Victoria Harbour

Day2

Mong Kok footbridge – Ladies’ Market – Tung Choi Street (night of day1 / morning of day2)

Yau Ma Tei: Temple Street Night Market

M+ Museum – Hong Kong Palace Museum

Subway, Yau Ma Tei direction Central, Tsim Sha Tsui, 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 walk along Haiphong Road to Harbour City (roadside Government Ice Cream)

Hong Kong Museum Pass – 17 museums, 4 people 100 HKD. Apply at: 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