It must be said that Hong Kong's MTR service is superb. It jets you almost anywhere over the island (even to the airport for a slightly larger fee - dirty) in around twenty minutes and at a leisurely cost of roughly 80 pence.

On the trains I noticed that hundreds of the Chinese women are wearing contact lenses that make their pupils appear huge and alien. You don't realise how much you rely on small, visual cues to read a person's thoughts and opinions and to have pupil dilation taken away has a surprising effect on being able to read what a person is thinking - it's spooky.

With Chelsea acting as our homing pigeon (she's been to Hong Kong before) we made short work of finding our way to Victoria Harbour. A deep expanse of water shielded by a few hundred sky scrapers. 'A hundred sky scrapers' makes it sound bland, when in actuality the buildings boast some of the most modern architecture I've seen, from the Shanghai Bank Headquarters to International Finance Centre.

Victoria Harbour itself (one of the deepest harbour in the world, delving an average of 12.2 metres deep - I felt deflated when I read that, it doesn't sound at all impressive) has been, and still is, a vital lifeline for Hong Kong.

Star Ferries link Hong Kong to Kowloon and have had a salubrious love affair with the harbour since 1888. The company is named Star Ferries as all of their original steamboats had 'star' at the end of their names - Morning Star being their first on the water.

After a brisk look at the harbour's edge we made for the green mound that is Victoria peak (also known as Mount Austin) so that we could ogling the eye candy that is the panoramic view over the harbour.

After queuing for the Peak Tram to the top - a boost of accessibility that led the the mountain being exclusively to non-Chinese residents - we approached the impressive looking structure that is the Peak Tower. It was a strange but unique looking building, sort of like a slice of watermelon balanced on top of a glass. But as promised, the views for its balcony were incredible! The Harbour looked spectacularly like a myriad of stacked dominoes whilst Hong Kong Park looked like the vivacious lungs of the city, it's vibrant greens a stark contrast to the cement and brick around it.

Having posed for various forced photos with Chelsea, taken by polite yet irritated tourists we waddled around the Peak's 'Circle Walk'. It was very pleasant as it's cwtched under the shade of various labelled trees, giving us some reprieve from the heat of the midday sun. The views from the walk were delightful as you didn't have to jostle with podgy, elderly women and dodge selfie sticks every hurry seconds - actually the path was very sparsely populated for such a popular site!

The walk only took a leisurely twenty-something-minutes but it certainly earnt us the right to delve into (pause for dramatic effect) the Bubba Gump Shrimp Restaurant! Words cannot express my elation at realising that this fictional metropolis of shrimp has become a reality! Eagerly elbowing small children and crooked pensioners out of the way, I addressed the woman allocating tables in a vast new array of Bubba Gump Shrimp merchandise! I had a t shirt, a mug, a fake beard and a bright red baseball cap all lavishly displaying Tom Hanks smiling broadly - I was in heaven. 'Parfait' was muttered from a French couple behind us in the queue.

I left the complex a shrimp myself. I ordered the MEGATRON ASSORTED SHRIMP BARGE or something similar to that description and discovered a frantic fondness to coconut shrimp, it sounds pretty ghastly but goodness it's delectable!

Going backwards down the Peak Tram later had more resemblance to a rollercoaster than a helpful form of public transport but nevertheless we got back to Sara's house safely and patted our shrimp filled stomachs contentedly.