Hong Kong

After nine months a part Lach and I were able to met in Hong Kong for a quick trip to host a screening of the doco and do some riding. After a long year on the road here’s recount in what is the first of our blog posts - Gus

_ I arrived at the airport with no sleep. The previous night, week, month was shrouded in a hazy polluted fog. The kind my lungs were now so familiar with. I’d just finished the Tour Of Beijing, signifying the end to a strange season that started in January. The three security check points and customs shit show waiting for me allowed all those days on the road to finally catch up with me, imbuing my body in a deep tired. The kind of deep tired sleep can’t cure. 

 

 

I’d agreed to go to Hong Kong with Gus a few weeks earlier for a screening of our doco but hadn’t given it much thought until a man named Kevin holding a sign with my name on it at the airport suddenly had me weaving through the mid afternoon HK traffic in the back of his van.


I didn’t know anything about Hong Kong except for it’s shopping and current Occupy protests, the last two things I was interested in at the time, and all of a sudden I was at it’s centre.

On the quick walk from the hotel to the Rapha pop up store Hong Kong blew my mind. A strange melting pot of high-rise buildings covered in tiny tiles (we calculated 17.2 million tiles on our building alone), tropical jungle, Bentleys and street markets

After our customary catch up, involving a few too many beers and not enough sleep Gus and I spent the next day being shown the best roads to ride by the Rapha crew, being introduced to and thoroughly acquainted with the bizarrely good HK milk tea. We met some good company and the fact it was the first time I got to ride without having to “ride” in over a month made for a fantastic day. That evening we ate century eggs - the yoke is blue, incase you were wondering.

Over the following days we rode the strangely empty and infinitely beautiful Lantau Island. Climbing up to its peak to find a gigantic iron Buddha perched there overlooking the entire region. We snacked and snacked and snacked at every street vendor we possibly could, never completely sure exactly what it was we were eating. We sampled a strange custard dish served by angry waiters with our new mate Mad Dog Mike, his purple Lambo and rare one-piece Bora cranks. Witnessed the very real violence of the Occupy protests. Bought the same junk from countless trinket stores. Trained with a passionate crew of guys who, hardened by the daily battle against the traffic, train at only one speed, FULL, and who also like their cappuccino’s served only in soup bowls. We got some impromptu tattoos and planned another trip back.


The passion of this tight knit crew and the beauty of what is the chaotic contradiction of Hong Kong provided the perfect contrast to the World Tour scene I had just escaped. I can't wait to go back - Lachlan

_ 2015 signifies some big changes both Lach and I. Lach's chosen to leave Europe and the World Tour behind for a season racing the in USA and I've made the decision to give cycling another crack. We’re both going to be based in the USA and racing for the same team. Which couldn’t be better. We’re hoping this combination will allow us to ride a few more of those roads we’ve always wanted to and get back to why we love this sport so much - Gus

Adam Taylor Campbell: Hong Kong connoisseur. 

Adam Taylor Campbell: Hong Kong connoisseur. 

Snack alley aka Stanley St is easily one of our favourite places in HK.

Snack alley aka Stanley St is easily one of our favourite places in HK.

Mad Dog Mark (right). If he's not a Hong Kong legend I don't know who is. Here we are at the Australian Dairy for custard, a bizarre Asian desert café he took us to where the waiters run at 2.5x regular speed. There was nothing Australian about it

Mad Dog Mark (right). If he's not a Hong Kong legend I don't know who is. Here we are at the Australian Dairy for custard, a bizarre Asian desert café he took us to where the waiters run at 2.5x regular speed. There was nothing Australian about it

Snack time!

Snack time!

Chris keeping his cool despite running dangerously late for our flight. 

Chris keeping his cool despite running dangerously late for our flight. 

Lu Lu’s for the best HK Milk tea you can get. 

Lu Lu’s for the best HK Milk tea you can get. 

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Soup Du Jour: Cappucino

Soup Du Jour: Cappucino

Looking Sharp

Looking Sharp

After taking up this guys offer to buy fake watches he lead us through an urban maze that wound up in his apartment. His collection of posters was better than his watches

After taking up this guys offer to buy fake watches he lead us through an urban maze that wound up in his apartment. His collection of posters was better than his watches

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The backside of The Beast

The backside of The Beast