“All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveller is unaware.” -Martin Buber

I posted a few photos on a facebook website “Hong Kong in the ‘60s”. Not thinking that anyone would respond.  Wrong.  So many wonderful people have shared the post and sent good wishes, 100s of them, I’ve met up with some, and carried on talking with others.  It’s stuff like this that makes everything about this trip worthwhile.  Even if I don’t find my family, something is changed and I have been changed for the better.

A 70 year old man wrote on the site about wanting to come back to Hong Kong.  How could he do it on a budget, when was the best time?   Would he ever make it and should he even try?  I know I’m not 70, but I think he should.  And I’m about to compile a piece entitled Hong Kong on a shoestring.  HK always comes in the top 5 most expensive places to live, and to buy here is probably out of reach for most of us.  But it is possible to to find a bed and a meal at an affordable price, if you know how, and I do now.  But will he take me seriously and believe I am for real when another new friend tags me in a facebook post, posing in front of a Bentley?  If he sees that my view on that day was overlooking millionaire’s boats, row upon row.  But all of this luxury was freely and lovingly shared by another person posting on that  same facebook group.  Will he believe that I started the day scrabbling around in the dark in my 8 bed dorm?That I got dressed in pitch black from the few clothes I have for what I believed to be a hike, only to have the day take a quite different and more luxurious turn?

Today, a different day.  I meet up with Winnie.  This wonderful woman who devotes so much of her time helping adoptees try and find their birth families.  How can I thank her enough?  She’s arranged for me to go with her for a local’s massage.  90 minutes of being beaten back into shape again.  Followed by dim sum and a look at Old Kowloon.  We got to post her Christmas cards and meet up with a 70 year old lady who was an orphan in Fanling, but never adopted.  I watch some children performing Christmas carols.  

So to the 70 year old man, please just do it.  So many secret destinations, right here, right now, in Hong Kong.

Published 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.

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