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A Walk

Today was a fine day, the sun was shining and the bird was tweeting their songs of nature, reminding me that we are still living alongside nature herself. And to access nature, the most convenient way is to the Hong Kong Park and the Botanic Garden, where a dozen flowers and animals were housed.

The day started late, and no until nine in the morning did the sun came through the cover of clouds. Ma and I took the tram, the cheap and obvious choice, to Admiralty. On the tram were people of different kind, and four of them were from German, or at least I thought I heard them spoke German (I heard them spoke of the word Wasser and Zeitung, which means water and newspaper in English, I know this because I'm currently learning German on Duolingo). It was a very interesting experience nonetheless, even though I couldn't understand their entire conversation.

Upon arrival at the entrance of Hong Kong Park, were flowers and an artificial waterfall. I always like that design, who thought of putting it there in the first place anyway, they are absolutely genius. And so we walked the park, revisited the ponds and saw turtles and fishes. We didn't pay much attention to them though for our true purpose there were to tour the bird house.

It's not exactly a house, but a space formed by a giant net in the sky (skynet if you will), and enclosed a space consisted of some dozen trees and streams and ponds and a constructed walkway. It's a fabulous experience to get so close with so many different birds, knowing they are around there somewhere and seeing them flying around and singing in their own tongue. Bird language is chic. Birds here were of different color and shades and sizes and sounds, but I could barely scratch my head around them so I could not give you a detailed description of them here. You must go there and see it for yourself, if you haven't already.

Later we went to the Botanic Garden and the Caged Animal Sector, and man did those mammals cry out loud. They were yelling in a sequence like an ambulance, I think they must have heard it and imitated it.

Well, it's dinner, so long.

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