Two things I love about Hong Kong: one, it's 80% terrain (hello nature!) and two, it has a gazillion public holidays.
At the end of September, the stars converged.
Thanks to some "day after" Mid-Autumn celebratory thingy followed by some "day after" National Day thingy, Oyster Boy and I were treated to a four-day weekend with which we spent camping out at Tai Lung Wan. The last time I camped was a good 15 years ago - that's if you consider slumming out in an emptied classroom camping. I'm not sure if it was my terribly fulfilling experience with camping as a child or lack thereof, but I've always thought of the idea rather romantically. The ideal takeaway started out innocently enough - building sandcastles by day, bon-firing marshmallows by night and lots of lazy nappings in between. Then, as with all things blended with age, HBO and a modest disposable income, my perfect camp concept evolved.
In my head as of 2012, camping involves having a tent pitched in the path of fresh (preferably Japanese) wind, starting a fire cave-people-style (in modern-people-time), retiring over an episode (or three) of Spartacus on the iPad every evening and waking up to the soundtrack of rolling waves every morning. That, and et cetera et cetera.
I guess you could say when a proper camp gig finally came around, I was hell-bent on living the dream.
Mission 1: Housekeep beach-front studio
Misson 2: Engineer a sand-masterpiece
Mission 3: Pose with masterpiece
Mission 4: Dig incredibly large hole
Mission 5: Make incredibly larger hole larger
Mission 6: Set hole on fire
Mission 7: Read
Mission 8: Run
Mission 9: Jump
Misson 10: Look happy with boyfriend (front)
Misson 10: Look happy with boyfriend (back)
I'm back, you guys! - from a crazy couple months of Hong Kong - Singapore shuttle. A little something to revive this space while I go apartment hunting:
Sailing the super cute Weta Trimaran with (the similarly cute) Amandina
God do I miss typing stuff on my hugeass iMac!