I woke up this morning missing the sea and the sky, and lo and behold had a last minute invitation to lunch at the Yacht Club at Marina Cove, Sai Kung, New Territories. Think sunshine, clear blue sky, yachts and boats bobbing on what looked like a bright and clean ocean. Probably not at all, but it felt good to believe so.
If I have been putting you off coming to HK, please fogive me. As well as being chock-a-block full of mega malls, street markets, neon lit and nitty and gritty, it is also a place of jaw dropping beauty and contrast at every turn. Incredibly wonderful kind people, and most of the ones I have struck up conversation with do not dispose of their saliva publicly, this pleases me greatly.
After a very long lunch I made my way back to Tsim Tsa Tsui. Now I’ve got the hang of the MTR, the world truly is my Oyster, or should that be Octopus? I have that same glow about me, that same bubbling inner joy that I remember when I first realised I could put letters together to make words, and words to make sentences, that I could read and write. I was the only child in my class who could do either, but my precociousness caused me problems when I wrote PENSLIS (thank heavens for the SL) on the pencil box and vehemently denied it to my very lovely and non shaming teacher Mrs Houghton. Oh what joy I have remembering. I feel five again. Imagine Dick and Dora and Fluff and Nip, or whoever YOU learned to read with, hugely magnified and plastered all over the underground walls, and being able to make sense of it all and you’ll maybe get the drift. I stand there staring, transfixed at the map that tells you which entrance is nearest to which streets, and there are a lot of them in TST, and then why not imagine a small rather silly, beaming face looking up in wonder? Can you, are you? That’s MTR literate me.
I’m feeling very proud that I have not succumbed to buying anything yet apart from delicious morsels. But it’s very early days yet. And it is so very very tempting. There is absolutely NOTHING that you cannot buy here. The shops stay open until 12pm. I wandered into the newest shopping mall that only opened this week. An Agnes B restaurant and chocolatier. I thought she was a model? Here’s just a few images of things that made me smile.