Yesterday we got back from the Hong Kong Sevens. We left the previous Thursday night and arrived at about 11pm in Hong Kong. After arriving at the wrong hotel (there are two Novotels) we eventually found our pad and settled in for the night.
Here's the view from our room.

Hong Kong certainly is a concrete jungle, with sky scrapers higher than I've ever seen. It's also very vibrant and busy, with traffic usually jammed, people everywhere, flashing neon signs, and the smells of cooking and sewage mingling in the hazy air.

Hong Kong is louder, busier, dirtier and more foreign than Singapore, but it's still a very international place, with street signs and official notices in English as well as Chinese. There are many people who don't speak English however, so taxi rides can be a little challenging. Most things are around the same cost as Singapore or more expensive, though we didn't get a chance to do much shopping and make comparisons.
We got up on Friday morning and met the crew. Since the rugby didn't start til the afternoon, we had a morning's expedition arranged, taking a 'junk' out to Lama Island for lunch. This would give us a chance to see the city from the water.
The 'junk' turned out to be slightly more luxurious than the name would suggest and it was well equiped with alcoholic beverages, just in case anyone felt like an early start.



There's a fair bit of air pollution in Hong Kong which causes very hazy and overcast weather every few days. You can see this in this photo taken from the boat.
Sky scrapers - view from the sea

Cool Chinese building on the harbour

Will and Blake - noodle anyone?

Coming into Lama Island, these are pontoon things that people live on (in shacks).

We spent several hours enjoying a fantastic lunch at a seafood restaurant on Lama Island and then headed back to the first day of the rugby.
So who is this group we are with?
The group is a group of friends from the UK, Australia, USA and Hong Kong, many of whom have been going to the Sevens every year for the past 20 years. The original members all worked at American Express, but now they all work across the world in a variety of companies.
Each year they book a corporate box and do it in style. The boxes are fully serviced, so you have a waiter to take your food and drink orders the whole time - Ah bliss. The group comprises of several generations, from a couple of kids, to early twenties, to forties, to late 60's or so.
Brigitte and Nick

Our connection to the group was through an English guy called Will, who Blake had worked with in New Zealand. He was a wonderful host and made very sure we were never without a drink and a laugh. The whole group was in fact great company and we were very lucky join them in the corporate box.
Friday afternoon - our first taste of the Sevens. It was awesome. The games were great and the crowd was very vocal, especially when it came to booing the unpopular teams (France, England, The USA and Australia - in that order of unpopularity). Only one stand of people dress up though, the South Stand - the party stand.
The crowd was an amazing international mix, there were loads of English, Aussies, Kiwis, and every other nationality you can think of. All these folks end up in the bars each evening - it's full-on carnival-style revellry and mayhem!
The boys in black

Me, Blake and Will

Will and Sheila

Needless to say, there were a few late night and a few alcoholic beverages consumed each day. We limited the damage by starting each day a couple of hours into the action, when the hangover from the day before had receded and we were ready to hit it again.
The extensive and delicious breakfast buffet did a wonderful job of motivating us to get out of bed by 10.30 each morning, as did our lovely room in which we lounged about watching cable TV until it came time to get to the stadium.
Blake, Saturday morning - post-buffet, pre-game.

In the evenings we went out for dinner (Jimmy's restaurant on Sat - amazing, highly recommend) and then headed to the bars. There are streets of bars which are unbelievably packed tight with drunken Sevens revellers. The mood is great with everyone's in high spirits, it really is like a carnival (especially with all the people dressed up).

Sunday was the big finale. The games were great the crowd was all amped up. It was disappointing to see NZ get beaten by fiji, but we kept a brave face and Blake tried not to smack the smirking English supporters.
Before the final there were performances of Chinese dragons and drums which were cool, but the highlight was definitely the final - Samoa and Fiji - what a game, it was an incredible about-face from half time and amazing to watch.

After the game and the winner's ceremony, we headed back to the hotel where we ordered delcious room service and rested before the biggest night out on the town.

It was indeed a big night out. Blake came home semi-conscious at 4am, whereas i only lasted until around 1.30am. Everyone got pretty obliterated and not even the breakfast buffet could coax Blake out of bed the next morning.
He finally rose at 3pm (what do you mean it's a 12pm checkout?) and we packed up and headed to the airport. What a fantastic weekend!