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).
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.
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…
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.
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.