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Mira Moon, Hong Kong – Review

The Basics

Mira Moon is a boutique hotel tucked away a few blocks from the Causeway Bay MTR station, with good service and nice interiors bordering on being playful, providing a pleasant overall experience. And they run a rabbit theme throughout the hotel, too. Can't be bad.


Hotel Experience

I ended up staying at the Mira Moon after having ejected myself from a rather horrible hotel experience, needing a decent stay spanning a few nights. I stumbled across this property, went with it, and was pleasantly surprised. The building is a tall, slender thing with a kind of confetti light pattern going on at night. Easy to spot when walking along Marsh Road coming from Hennessy. A couple of elevator zips you up to the lobby, with room floors stacked on top and there's kind of an intimate feel to it all with only four rooms on each floor. And even though buildings are all around, corner rooms facing to the north-west has a decent veiw towards Kowloon and the ICC skyscraper.

Speaking of the ICC, regular Mira Moon rooms aren't super big compared to what you may find that the Ritz Carlton, with most of it being occupied by the bed, but that's not really an issue. The bathroom on the other hand is quite big with a large freestanding tub placed next to the windows, and a decent set of the amenities you'd expect. And they've done a kind of Andaz type move with the minibar, and won't charge you for sodas. A nice touch. Also, rabbits seem to be a significant part of the Mira Moon branding featuring both in copy and desk lamps, and they do add to the experience.

So yeah, you can't really go wrong with this one. A good choice if you're looking for a place to stay in Causeway Bay.



Tons of things are nearby with the Causeway Bay MTR station a few short blocks away and Wan Chai is pretty close, too. If you want a super quick meal, Cafe De Coral has a branch two blocks away. And for shopping, the Hysan Place (featuring an Apple Store), Lee Gardens, Times Square malls are all a few minutes away on foot, along with a ton of individual stores. 

I haven't tried the hotel restaurant and bar offerings, but judging from looks only they seemed to be perfectly decent.


Getting There

Mira Moon is a short, six-minute cab or Uber ride from Hong Kong station where the Airport Express terminates. And should you want to use public transportation instead, the Causeway Bay MTR station is a few blocks to the east. 



Floor no. 112

So yes, there are tons of hotels with decent views scattered across all sorts of places and yes, they might make you happy for a while, I guess, and it's all good, but not really in the jaw-dropping whoa-what-happened-to-my-eyeballs kind of way.

And then, there's this:

Ritz Carlton, Hong Kong, 112th floor. It's insane. And they do have that brilliant outdoor jacuzzi on the 118th floor, too.

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Hong Kong Island

There are a few places where I want nothing else but to stay, for hours on end, watching, letting the visuals sink in, slowly, without ever moving on. The Hong Kong Island skyline, seen from the southern shore of Tsim Sha Tsui, Kownloon, is one of those.

When showers come in sporadically, like yesterday, lasting a few minutes each time, and the skyscrapers have gone calm after their crazy light show, things are perfect. A fresh smell of ocean, mist, rain, a light breeze. Tourists are all over the place, sure, but I usually try and drown them out with some nice piece of music running through my headphones, and it does the trick, acting as a perfect audio backdrop to the mesmerizing visuals.

Love it. 

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Fistfight in Economy Class

It’s a warm summer morning in late July. I’m in a cab on my way to Kowloon station to catch the Airport Express out of Hong Kong and we’re driving through a maze of streets lined with shops, people, concrete, steel and all these odd scaffolding structures made entirely of bamboo sticks. A big seatback monitor runs airline commercials inside the cab and my mind drifts away for a few seconds, thoughts racing through skies and clouds and blue and oh, it seems we’re just about to arrive at Kowloon, better get the money out, pay, thanks, and I’m in the queue to get a train ticket. In a few hours I’ll be on LH739. Should be a nice flight, first time ever on the 747's upper deck. And when I get to Frankfurt I'll have three hours between my inbound and outbound flights. Lots of time.

I blip my way through the ticket gate, the train arrives, I grab a seat, get my earbuds out and tell my iPhone to dig up 내가 너무 아파 by T-ara. Great k-pop right there. Before I know it doors open, I head left to departures and walk up to the Lufthansa first class check-in desk, red carpet and all. I get a boarding pass, they get my bags and make sure I know my way to the United first class lounge. Turns out not to be too bad. Decent buffet with lots of hors d’oeuvres, dumplings, sushi, fruit, desserts and a freezer filled with Häagen-Dazs ice cream. A woman approaches me with a menu and explains the a la carte options available, I ask for a crab sandwhich and a glass of champagne. Seems like an appropriately classy breakfast.

Time flies and rain falls outside as I walk down to the gate, passing by a ton of economy class passengers lined up for boarding. I make a left when the jet bridge splits in two, leave the poor business class people behind on the main deck and make my way up the stairs and settle down in 82A.

Now, this is where things start derailing. First, they let us know we’re not going anywhere for an hour and 45 minutes due to bad weather over mainland China. No worries, I still got plenty of time to make my connection and the first class cabin is a pretty decent place to be stuck when waiting for the skies to clear up. They get some appetizers out and keep my diet coke topped up. Time passes by fairly quickly, the weather gets better and we do pushback, get 20 meters or so. And stop. Hm. That’s strange. I watch them scramble to reconnect the jet bridge, the captain gets on the PA and says there’s been a fight in economy class and they need to get two passengers off the plane, authorities waiting. Me and the guy across the aisle share a funny look.

Once their bags have been dug out from underneath we make a third attempt. But no. A distinct smell of fuel fills the cabin. Not good. Captain gets on the PA again and says “attention! all crew to stations”. That means they’re on immediate standby to evacuate the aircraft through all available emergency exits. Whoa. Firetrucks line up. They eventually get back on and make a “cancel alert, cancel alert” announcement. Seems the leak wasn’t us.

Fourth attempt to get going. This time, one of the engines won’t work. They have no clue how long it will be until that stuff gets fixed. Ugh. By now we’re 3.5 hours late and there’s no way I’m going to make my connection in Frankfurt. I ask a flight attendant if I can get off the plane and be rebooked onto tomorrow’s flight instead. I’d much rather have an extra night in Hong Kong than having to do the whole airport hotel thing in Frankfurt. And sure enough, a few minutes later I’m being escorted back through immigration and my bags pop up on a tiny luggage carousel. So… bonus time in Hong Kong. Not too bad.

I call Lufthansa to make sure I’m rebooked, grab some food and then call Hyatt to make a reservation at the very same hotel I left this morning. Turns out they only have semi-expensive rooms available but hey, who cares, let’s do it. I catch a train back, get to the hotel, a lovely lady checks me in and says they got me upgraded. A suite. Oh, awesome, thanks, I get my stuff and head up to my room. Whoa. Amazing. Great view of the harbor. Basically an apartment with a few rooms and a large jacuzzi. I settle in, fire up my computer and chat with my dear friend X, she suggests I catch a ferry cruise around Victoria Harbor. Sounds great. Last one leaves pretty soon so I get my stuff and head down to the pier, jump on the ferry and grab a seat. Summer night mist and all the skyscraper neon lights mix into a beautiful cityscape. Stunningly awesome.

The next day I get myself a proper breakfast with a view, the club floor at the Hyatt Regency Tsim Sha Tsui is really pretty decent... and then I do it all over again. Cab ride, Kowloon station, train, check-in, bubbly in the lounge, buckle up in 82A. This time though, we do take off. And I get to Frankfurt in time. Good stuff.

Oh, and the fight. Before I deplaned my delayed flight I asked the purser what that was all about. Turns out one guy reclined his seat. The guy behind him wasn’t too happy with that and… boom. Fistfight.