Dumplings, Skyscrapers & Beyond: 72 Hours in Hong Kong

In the bustling heart of any urban landscape lies a rich tapestry of culture, and few experiences capture this more vividly than the exploration of a city’s culinary offerings alongside its awe-inspiring architecture. For me, this journey is symbolized by the delightful dumplings that grace the menus of restaurants and the soaring skyscrapers that define the skyline. Each time I venture into a new city, I find myself drawn to both its dumplings and its high-rise buildings, as they represent the essence of urban life.

Hong Kong makes an entrance. The skyline is bold, shiny, and unapologetically dramatic — the kind of place where you’re constantly looking up and thinking, How is this real life? Skyscrapers rise straight out of the harbor like they’re showing off, and honestly, they’ve earned it. One of the best ways to take it all in is the Star Ferry — cheap, iconic, and somehow still magical no matter how many photos you take. For the full “wow” factor, head up to Victoria Peak, where the city stretches forever and your camera roll fills up fast.

Let’s address the dumplings. They’re everywhere, and yes, they’re fantastic. Eat them at dim sum, grab them from a tiny hole-in-the-wall, and absolutely burn your mouth at least once — it’s practically required. But don’t stop there. Hong Kong’s food scene is stacked: roast goose with crackly skin, comforting noodle soups, flaky egg tarts, fresh seafood, and menus where pointing (and smiling confidently) is sometimes the best strategy.

What makes dumplings special here — and everywhere, really — is how much tradition is wrapped into something so small. Across cultures, from Chinese jiaozi to Japanese gyoza and even Eastern European pierogi, dumplings tell stories. They’re simple at heart: dough made from flour and water, folded around fillings that range from minced meats and vegetables to sweet surprises. And yet, somehow, they always feel like magic.

I’ve learned that dumplings reward both patience and creativity. The dough texture matters. The filling balance matters. The seal definitely matters (speaking from experience). Experimenting can lead to delicious wins… or memorable disasters. Either way, that’s part of the fun.

In Hong Kong, dumplings aren’t just food — they’re a shared experience, best enjoyed slowly, socially, and preferably with more dishes on the table than you planned to order.

As wild as the city feels, Hong Kong has a calmer side too. Hop over to Lantau Island to see the Big Buddha, wander through Man Mo Temple with its giant hanging incense coils, or escape the crowds on one of the city’s surprisingly beautiful hiking trails. It’s one of those places where you can go from total chaos to peaceful views in under an hour — and that contrast is part of the magic. Finish it off in Mong Kok or the Temple Street Night Market, where neon signs glow, vendors shout, and you wonder how the city functions at all — yet somehow it does, beautifully.Hong Kong is fast, fascinating, delicious, and a little overwhelming — in the best way. Come hungry, wear comfortable shoes, look up often, and try not to write an entire novel about dumplings like I almost did.