Especially for Paloma.

10.30am Friday 16th November 2018.  Day 2.

Hop inn mody hostel. Hong Kong

My new roomies.  All 7 of them.

Absolute silence, apart from the shower running. It’s been flowing continuously since 9. I’m  in an unsaid queue, last in line.

Comforting to catch glimpses of my roomies – all Asian, especially their long dark  hair 

All so young

 And so intent on beautifying

It’s hard not to stare

As I imagine them fitting perfectly in a back dressing room for a production of Miss Saigon

Straighteners? In a hostel?

Each one, and they’re not all travelling together, also has a curler in her fringe to make it stick out (in what we westerners might deem to be an old lady shampoo and set look)

Face masks. Yes. Honestly .  Thick and White. Giving a geisha girl look



Curling and mascaraing

Brow plucking and shaping and waxing and painting

Products by the suitcase load

No rucksacks in this dorm 

Push up bras

So hard not to stare

Cheap plastic heels

Short skirts

I’m a flower girl/princess t shirts

I get my shower.  It’s a very very long, let’s begin again shower.  Exceedingly un eco friendly, despite all the let’s save water signs, but a much needed restorative drench and purge.  And I figure after my less than easy journey I deserve it.  I’ve Hired a big white towel as I have zilch.   Bliss. 

I emerge. Roomies still at their ablutions. Still in silence. Like watching a religious ritual in very slo mo.

I pull on my now less than clean silk nightie, made more seemly by the addition of two little knots in straps

On with the bottom bit of the jack wills onesie

Tie the upper half and hood around waist

Fasten black cashmere jumper strategically for more modesty

Tie on headscarf, not like the queen, more like Alicia Keys hopefully

A little red lippy 

Day old socks

Vivo barefoot shoes for I want to feel the land of my ancestors beneath my feet 

Shoes are Black and big and flat and  

Ugly , but essential for my deformed ‘bound lookalike’ feet

5 minutes and I’m ready. Me and my ‘I’ve seen a bit of life’ liver spotted face.  This face that causes sales assistants in chemist to thrust products that promises to whiten and brighten at me, when all I asked for was toothpaste.

But as they say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder and so as part of my empowerment strategy, I tell myself that I am beautiful and  ready to swim with this crazy Hong Kong current that’s now my life. 

By backstagestives

Looking for my long lost family in Hong Kong
And previously....
Fell in love with coastal living 5 years ago. And moved to stunning St Ives. A place to create and grow and flourish. Got me a home and a job. And never looked back. Everyone talks and writes about the famous dead people of St Ives. Virginia and Alfred and Ben and Barbara and Peter and Wilhelmina. Well I thought I’d introduce you to some very nice folk, and they’re all very much alive and make St Ives a much the better town for it.

6 replies on “Roomies”

Wow roomie. Wish I was there to stir things up a bit for you. Defies imagination- my roomie in silence. I’d feel like letting off a big explosion (read that as you want 😂.). I think the pirhouettes have started …. but makes lovely reading. Carry on with the adventure. Hugs and more hugs xx


Hey there.
Sorry to hear you succumbed to the feel like **** cough and snot a lot thingy. I hope it goes quick. My cough has finally gone, and I bet my roomies are very glad!
They come and go these roomies. Yesterday I awoke to 3 beds all changed, wire storage cages all emptied, and little reserved signs, like at restaurants on the freshly made beds.
Now I’m calmer, have my stuff returned to me, everything is more do able. Bed very clean, and the most powerful blow your brains out shower. So powerful the shower head thingy can’t stay in the holder and suddenly breaks free, makes for an interesting shower experience. The view is appalling though – basically there isn’t one, as I didn’t tick a window preference. There’s some pretty cool, cheapest private rooms, and I hear the flights are dirt cheap roomie!


Wow lovely lady so much has happened in a few short days ….probably feeling very long and emotional and eventful days for you . Your writing is wonderful and feel that we are so much part of your journey. Hope you connect with your pants and socks any time soon . Peace and love xxxx


Go Girl! Let the currents of Hong Kong wash over you and take you on your journey. So pleased to hear that you’re up and running. Interesting room mates. I hope they soften a bit around the edges so that you can at least have a conversation. Any news of the lost luggage yet? xxx


Haha, the roomies come and go like white faced banshees of the night. They are whiter than white people. I’m not sure that’s politically correct, but it’s the only way I can tell you. So I haven’t struck up any friendships yet, but I’m definitely up and running, and so many people trying to help me it makes me want to cry.
My luggage finally turned up. That did make me cry.
My morning, non keyboard pages, and a flask of tea are calling. I’ll be back soon Sheelagh x


I have pants and socks by the bucketload now! Would you like to come out and share some with me?
So lovely to get feedback, hear friendly voices. Can’t tell you what a difference it makes. Like having supporters cheering you on when running Race for Life, sort of. You know what I mean…..sending love x


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