You’d think being in the most illuminated place on the planet I’d be lucid, lit up, be bright and full of inspirational light bulb moments. Well I’m not. Today I pounded the streets looking in all the designer shops. And they’re works of art. Stunning. Innovative – a thousand ways of displaying a reindeer. And some of the Designer clad women are all of that too. Stylish. Perfectly groomed. Like they fell straight out of Vogue onto the HK sidewalk. The men less so.
But being shabby (I left behind all finery) in all of this glitz didn’t feel so nice and I succumbed to buying to comfort myself. Really enjoyed trying on a heap of stuff and looking at self all dressed up. And the kerching as I handed over my credit card. Finally I’ve entered the world of HK consumerism. I am running with my tribe. But back here in the dorm I look at what I bought. All lovely stuff but totally unsuitable for my life in Cornwall. And my forthcoming trip to Vietnam. (It was only H&M Martin, don’t panic). And it can all go back tomorrow on the 30 day return scheme.
But it was fun whilst it lasted
Not my pic obviously- but you can see how tantalising it is here