I was surprised to see that Hong Kong is plonked inside high, green mountains and the glittering South China Sea. I expected buildings to stretch as far as the eye could see but the district of Kowloon hides the rest of mainland China behind its mountainous curtain. Kowloon translates to nine dragons; the 'nine dragons' represent the eight mountains that pen in Hong Kong, the ninth represents and the emperor that resides there.

I have quickly realised that in Hong Kong you have to let an inner monologue talk you through your meals while you lie to yourself: 'That short, black hair in my beans must be mine,' 'That flake has appeared in my drink since I've been drinking it.' It's much easier to lie to yourself than you'd think.

After our suspicious breakfast we strode towards the Mass Transit Railway (MTR), the Hong Kong subway. The system is an absolute marvel and runs just as efficiently as you'd expect and is incredibly fast.

We met with Chelsea's father's extended family, who had very graciously agreed to take us in for the next two nights. Our host, Sara, had a 18month old, beautiful boy called Thomas so we were anxious to not step on anyone's toes and not get in the way. Sara was fantastic however and treated us like royalty and welcomed us into her superb home in Saltwater Bay.

With pleasantries and tea out of the way myself and Chelsea set off for a hike around the bay. The route took us just over an hour and offered incredible views of the bay and harbour.

In the night we were treated to a meal in a Cantonese restaurant. The establishment was right at the water's edge, at Sai Kung Hoi Pong harbour. As you'd expect due to the restaurant's placement the menu boasted a large variety of fish. Huge tanks outside the restaurant housed everything available to eat, ranging from gigantic grouper, to tiny clams and huge lobster. When we went to pick our fish I tried desperately not to make eye contact with my fish fearing that guilt would overcome me and I would end up just sucking on some seaweed for the night.

Sara gave we the cheek of the fish as I was a guest, apparently it's a treat. The tiny morsel of white meet came away from the fish with horrible ease though I must admit that it did taste lovely. The rest of the meal consisted of large shrimp and battered squid whose skin was luminous pink and refused to be ground down by my molars.

The meal ended with a glass of wine and cheese cake which was lovely, and after explaining the expression 'full as an egg' we left for home.