The Hong Kong Temple

After breakfast we went up and changed and headed over to the temple. It took us about an hour to get there from our hotel. Things are so different here than at home – we think of “time” as the amount of time in the car to get somewhere. We took the MTR (the underground train system) there, but the actual train travel time is pretty short – maybe 15 minutes or so was actually spent on the train. The rest of the time was spent getting to the station, transferring trains and getting from the station to the temple. The weather was miserably hot and sticky, and we had to walk up hill to get to the temple (but at least this time we didn't have a bunch of luggage!). It felt so good to finally get inside the cool air-conditioned temple. The temple was small, but the Spirit was strong and the people very friendly. As we were coming out of the temple a young woman asked, in obviously native English, where we were from. We struck up a great conversation. She was from Alberta, Canada and had spent the last year and a half in Hong Kong as an English teacher. She had been to the temple for the first time, in Alberta, just a couple of weeks before. She lived in Hong Kong, not too far from our hotel and told us how to get to church. Her name was Laura and she was very friendly. She looked like her heritage was Jamaican and she said that she was adopted (natively from Canada). We walked with her back to the MTR station. Then we headed back to the hotel and on the way stopped at a grocery store and bought groceries for snacks as well as breakfast and lunch for Sunday so that we wouldn't have to go out to eat on Sunday.