We found the horses

We thought the liklihood of Taylor taking riding lessons in HK would be slim to none.  We knew of places to ride, but the waitlists are horrendous. Before we moved we found one riding stable near the jockey club, but the waiting list is around two years (that's what we read online).  We have since learned there have been people who have waited six years to get their children in to this stable.  

So, we kept asking around and we found a farm in the New Territories (still HK) in Clearwater Bay that has a spot for her.  We made the trek out to the farm and found it to be an amazing oasis in the midst of this crazy busy city.  But, like everything here, it's not an easy commute.  Here's the day's schedule:
Neighborhood shuttle bus - 5 min
Wait for city bus to arrive - 20 min
City bus to subway terminal - 35 min
Walk to MTR (subway) - 10 min
MTR to Clearwater - 15 min
Taxi to farm - 15
Stay at the farm - 1 hour
Return trip!!


I find it funny that I have zero photos of horses from this little outing.  

 That's a crop sticking out of Taylor's backpack - it looks like an antenna. Of course, I feel like I have antenna sticking out of my head when I walk around - I will never stare at people again!!

Yep, that's right, she's wearing a jacket. This is around 9am and it was about 70 degrees, which feels cool here.  We were sweating bullets by noon, but it's a step in the right direction. 

Almost there!!

 Isn't that georgeous?  Again, no pictures of horses.  Also, no other pictures of the farm. I think I was exhausted from the public transportation to get there.

This proves my exhaustion.  We left the farm by taxi, which dropped us at the MTR station in the NT. We ran into the train and I looked down at my feet and this is what I saw!  I had slipped my flip flops off while we were sitting at a table at the farm and when I slipped them back on I obviously paid little attention. When we got on the train, I thought my feet were hurting because of all the walking.  
I have seen people with their shoes on the wrong feet but they are usually under four years of age or over ninety years and have very little supervision. 

 Back on the south side! Whew!