Yup I went off for a little nostalgic trip to HK for some rest, recreation and replenishment. I do have a very very nice husband who basically said, go now, every weekend will have some other reason why you shouldn't go, plus I had my very good child-free friends staying here to give 2 extra adult hands while I was gone. Perfect.
There is something good about going back but not too soon. Allowing your rose-colored memories to stand up to the scrutiny of reality. My first shock was on landing. Scrummage to exit the plane, run, rush, yes honestly grown men with their wheelie bags and laptops were running to be first in the sky train and ditto when the emerged to be first at immigration, and I don't want to even tell you how amusing it was for the last 100m dash out the airport express to the taxi rank. "ah," I thought, "that truly is Hong Kong for you. People scared to wait, scared to be last, scared to miss out"
The weekend was spent in a hedonistic blur of lunch to tea to dinner to brunch to lunch to drinks to dinner. With a bit of retail therapy in-between - after seeing the film Crazy, Stupid Love on the plane I could no longer in good conscience let my friend walk around in sneakers anymore. I needed new contact lenses - yes I know Singapore has contact lenses, but it will be weeks before I find a supplier I like who has the right stuff at the right price with the right amount of niceness. I got my son a new trumpet. The second hand stop gap let's see if he likes it was starting to rust at a rather rapid rate, the bits that go up and down were sticking no matter how much they were oiled and his teacher said he was showing a real aptitude for it - and he's been practicing - a lot, despite all the set backs. Again, I know they have trumpets here, but the prices seemed steeper and I didn't feel like the hunt. I'm not into hunting right now. I want familiarity and ease.
|Cute retro store on Bridges Str|
I caught up with as many friends as I could. And I took a good hard longer distance look at my life from 4 hours flight away and decided that we have it good. We are lucky. We may not complain.
I still miss HK like it aches. But that always happens when a long love affair comes to an end.
|And this, ladies and gents, is what is on offer at Changi airport - I had to reassure my friend that I was not in a seedy sex shop and in fact it's a type of deep heat to "relieve aches and pains" yeah, right.|