It’s hard to believe I started the day in Vietnam, HoiAn and ended it feeling like I was in Yellowstone National Park. With a thin slice of Hong Kong in the middle.
In reality I’m now back with Mr P in Hong Kong. We arrived back late afternoon and were walking along the Harbour front to see the Festival of Lights and popped into the Space Museum. Booked last minute for the National Parks Film evening screening at 20.30. Only a handful of us in a big imax auditorium, so all the oohs and aahs very audible, even with the wi fi headphones clamped firmly on. Robert Redford’s narrative added gravitas to the spectacular cinematography, felt as though I was actually there.
In the film, you will hit the road with a trio of adventurers whose passion for the parks is infectious. Conrad Anker is a world-famous climber. He always takes Max Lowe, the son of his deceased climbing partner and now his step-son, on a climbing trip through the parks. Their family friend, young artist Rachel Pohl, comes along. Together, they represent the gamut of what the national parks bring to different people—from unabashed thrills to solace, healing and the source of their livelihoods.
Watching the three adventurers in action made me feel very lame and parochial. I’ve never wanted to climb rocks or ice, or do mountain bike stunts or white water raft. But I’d like to see baby brown bears learning to catch salmon before I die. Until tonight, I’ve never really had the urge to head West instead of East for big trips. Now I’m feeling a pang to see Yellowstone, Yosemite and Death Valley and all the other parks shown in the film.
I think the traveling bug just took another little bite.
Caught a glimpse of this in Hong Kong