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FLY It’s just af­ter 1 a.m., and I’m set­tling into my biz-class seat on the non­stop flight from Toronto to Hong Kong on Cathay Pa­cific. Know­ing I’ll be able to put my feet up for the next 14.5+ hours is the prover­bial “game changer.” The glass of Deutz Brut Clas­sic bub­bles also helps, as does the Jurlique Rose­wa­ter Bal­anc­ing Mist. My eyes are as heavy as a vel­vet the­atre cur­tain, but Lynn Chen, the in­flight ser­vice man­ager, of­fers some sea­soned ad­vice: “Stay awake for at least four hours and then try to sleep for eight,” she says. “Have a lit­tle meal and a glass of wine and watch a movie. Re­lax.” I choose Call Me by

Your Name, which is a rather racy flick to watch with strangers. I man­age to stay awake un­til 3 a.m. (Sorry, Lynn!), but then I fall into a deep sleep. Eight hours later, I slowly open my eyes and wipe them like a rac­coon who has been wo­ken from a deep slum­ber. Dur­ing the night, an orchid has been placed in the holder in front of me. In China, or­chids sym­bol­ize ele­gance and friend­ship. It seems I have a new fly­ing friend.

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The mu­ral in the Lan­son Place Ho­tel cock­tail/li­brary was in­spired by the work of French Fau­vist painter Raoul Dufy. “He was an artist who pas­sion­ately com­bined all his travel me­mories into one beautiful pic­ture,” ex­plains Stella Chow, the ho­tel’s di­rec­tor of mar­ket­ing and sales. “We want to in­spire those kinds of me­mories for our guests.”

SHOP Once you ven­ture out­side Lan­son Place, you’re in one of Hong Kong’s mar­quee shop­ping ar­eas. Five min­utes away on the tree-lined Hysan Av­enue and Yun Ping Road is Lee Gar­dens 1 and 2. Name a luxe la­bel and it’s there—ei­ther in­side the shop­ping cen­tre or in one of the street-front shops. Times Square, one of the city’s first mega-malls, is also about five min­utes away. Af­ter you’ve in­dulged a lit­tle (or a lot), re­turn to Lan­son Place to sip a Mu­rano white wine cock­tail in the li­brary lounge.

STAY/SIP If you’ve spent more than 14 hours on a plane—even if it’s in su­per-comfy busi­ness class on Cathay Pa­cific—there’s noth­ing like ar­riv­ing at your ho­tel and be­ing kindly wel­comed into your cozy home for the next few days. My first im­pres­sion of Lan­son Place Ho­tel, which is lo­cated in the cen­tre of Cause­way Bay, is its cus­tom scent: Golden Bam­boo. This gen­tle citrus flo­ral drifts out onto the street cor­ner, lur­ing you into a calm oasis away from the traf­fic-lined Leighton Road. “We want you to im­me­di­ately get a sense of tran­quil­ity,” says Stella Chow, the di­rec­tor of mar­ket­ing and sales for the 194-room bou­tique ho­tel. “We’ve cre­ated an el­e­gant club­like set­ting along with the ex­clu­siv­ity and com­fort of a pri­vate home.” It’s also stylishly un­der­stated with Eu­ro­pean flour­ishes—like its Gio Ponti-in­spired Mu­rano-glass light fix­tures and its etch­ings and litho­graphic prints from French ex­pres­sion­ist painters like Bernard Buf­fet in its pen­t­house suites. If you’re spend­ing more than a few days here, you’ll love the com­pli­men­tary self­ser­vice laun­derette and kitch­enettes in ev­ery room.

CHILL Af­ter walk­ing 34,148 steps and climb­ing 61 flights of stairs in hilly Old Town Cen­tral, I am primed for my Ori­en­tal Essence Mas­sage at the Mandarin Ori­en­tal ho­tel in Cen­tral. (The world’s long­est cov­ered out­door es­ca­la­tor is in this neigh­bour­hood, but I only rode it once.) Be­fore the treat­ment, I take a dip in the pool, which has an en­tranc­ing sound­track play­ing on its un­der­wa­ter sound sys­tem. At one end of the room, there’s a hyp­notic film of jel­ly­fish mov­ing in slow-mo. The ceil­ing is mir­rored, so while I’m do­ing the back­stroke, I have this sooth­ing out-of-body ex­pe­ri­ence when I catch glimpses of myself float­ing by. There’s just enough time to hit the cinnamon-scented Chi­nese steam room be­fore sub­mit­ting my tired limbs to An­gel—yes, that is my ther­a­pist’s name. “I didn’t know what my name meant,” she laughs, when I sug­gest that her name is very apro­pos. “I opened the dictionary and chose an English name that started with ‘A’ and was easy to pro­nounce.” In ad­di­tion to her mas­sage moves, An­gel asks if I want to be cupped. Cup­ping in­volves hav­ing glass jars that have been heated ap­plied to your body. (The heat low­ers the pres­sure in the glass, which cre­ates a suc­tion ef­fect when it’s placed on the skin.) It’s be­lieved to im­prove blood flow to ar­eas that are stiff and in­flamed. “I love my city, but it’s go, go, go!” says An­gel as she gently twists one cup into place. “You need me time.” She po­si­tions 17 cups on my back; while it sounds and feels like a school of carp fish suck­ing on my back, the gen­tle pulling sen­sa­tion is ut­terly sat­is­fy­ing. When I later catch a glimpse of my “Hong Kong hick­eys,” I take a deep breath and smile.

TEA TIME One of Cen­tral’s most fa­mous lo­cal cafés is Lan Fong Yuen. It’s cred­ited with hav­ing in­vented the fa­mous “silk stock­ing” milk tea. (Con­densed milk and su­gar is added to black tea that has been poured through a cloth bag.) This creamy tea pairs per­fectly with an egg tart from nearby Tai Cheong Bak­ery. It’s the Mag­no­lia Bak­ery equiv­a­lent in terms of its lo­cal fan base.

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