I planned for the visit east for thirty years and although much had changed my view from the star ferry with the smells of the diesel and chatter of the crew was clouded by days gone by of friendships made the new skyline invisible as my mind travelled down the time line to the sights and sounds of long ago.
The fleet club with the noise of boisterous seafarers letting off steam during well earned breaks from the elements of the South China Sea, sailors crossing the roads warily as gaily decorated buses and trams featuring public service and private enterprise advertising fought for position.
This former colony has the iceberg effect you only see a small part of the surface, but there is much of the underlying issues that need to be viewed to fully comprehend and understand the problems that affect all who live and work in this climate of change.
At the end of my visit it was not the present but the past that I had visited was that my intention all along to go back to that time remembered well?
Just then the lonely junk with its red sails full in the evening breeze yet again reminded me of a glimpse of the past as it manoeuvred its way across the harbour.