six nights in tin hau, on the 16th floor, overlooking victoria park. mornings (ok my mornings being anytime before 5pm) spent sitting in the park sipping cold coffee's and eating sandwiches, afternoons spent walking to wan chai, admiralty, taking the rickety old tram to central and climbing the hills of soho or sheung wan, copious amounts of pokari sweat (singing the name as though its a requiem for japan), milling around on street corners knowing not where or what to do.. visits to chungking for hot samosas with mint raitha, mongkok for email and film developing, jordan for walks down temple street, then back to tin hau for movies and bo selecta.
then today came, a day of escape, a day of recluse. bags packed, crowded subway mastered, train and taxi taken (after the best pork bbq and rice i have tasted.. ever) and here i am, overlooking lions rock, in a plush apartment with a small balcony and amicable company. the days will pass with writing and seclusion, perhaps a visit or two to tao fong shan to meditate.. lets see... lets see what the day brings as it breaks tomorrow.. sometimes i feel as though its a dream that i am here in asia, here in hong kong, but it isn't.. and i have to remind myself about it.. because life really can be THAT good... asia has wrapped her silken arms around me, and caused me to fall in love.
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