Year of the Rabbit

Kung Hei Fat Choy, you guys!

The tumultuous Year of the Tiger has made way for the placid, mediatory Year of the Rabbit. It’s our second Chinese New Year, and since we’re no longer quite so ignorant of all the traditions, and not so obviously new arrivals, we’ve made the most of the extensive PARTYING DOWN that’s been happening here. Sniff sniff sniff! (in a cute bunny sense, not a cocaine sense).

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The forecourt of Tin Hau temple a few days before new year.
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Flower market in Hoi Pong Square a few days before new year.
Every single house in Hong Kong is presently bedecked with blossoms, kumquat trees, narcissi, gold and pink chrysanthemums, sunflowers and eggplants.
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Joel making for the taxi rank with our new year blossom tree!
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The cheap-arse lanterns we hung from our front awning. We put our decorations up way before the locals started putting theirs up. Awkward?
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Rufus and his friend Ruby (Ru and Ru). AWWWWW! (Look at him sauntering too).
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The Kongs’ decorations next door.
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This is mental. The scene at Victoria Park on NYE.
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Another mental crowd at Wong Tai Sin temple.
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The star of the show.
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Took this photo, very wistfully, when I was walking on my lonesome down to the bus to meet Joel and Paden in town.
In all the villages I walked through, people were out the front of their houses having barbecues with their families.
It was a fleeting solitary moment for me. Not homesickness, just not quite belonging…
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Fireworks at Tsim Sha Tsui. You can’t really see this too well from the photo, but the red fireworks say “I ♥ H K”.
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Most of the buildings in town are lit up like this.
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Another breathtaking crowd at the fireworks. I can’t believe how many people live here.
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Zadie and Goong Goong dancing to Backstreet Boys(??) at the Sai Kung foreshore the next morning.
(I did always think Howie and AJ captured the spirit of Oriental celebration myself.)
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Day 4 – LION DANCING!
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The lions dance before the local dignitaries at Tin Hau before spreading throughout Sai Kung to bless all the businesses.
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Look at the little cute one!
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The lion about to eat the lettuce (to encourage the taking of opportunities in the coming year).
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Many failed attempts at getting a respectable family photo. The failure centres around the eternal fight to extract Zadie’s bottle.
Ironically she wouldn’t even drink a bottle for the first year of her life, hence I had to work from home; now we can’t get the fucking thing off her.
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She’s bloody cute though. Zonked out after a huge week…
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And can I just say, I read quite a few blogs who put up picture-heavy posts like this every day, and basically – how can you be fucked!! This entry and last night’s one took me about six hours altogether. THERE HAS TO BE A BETTER WAY.

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