Hong Kong

3,2,1 take off

Tuesday 12th February 2019. Day 3.

It’s hard when I’m on my own to stay fully present and not go forwards in time to my going home day on Thursday 14th, Valentine’s Day. Much easier when I’m not alone and I can focus my mind on whoever I’m with, what’s going on between us, instead of thinking about how I’ve got to pack a whole room into two small suitcases.

But today I had a whole beautiful hour of being fully present with a little 4 year old girl I sponsor. She lives at the orphanage I was in as a baby before being adopted to the UK – Po Leung Kuk. Founded in 1870s (Tbc) to protect women and children from trafficking, Po Leung Kuk is still a residential home for babies/children from 0-14. And there are over 200 young people being cared for in this building moments away from Causeway Bay, an affluent business area where you can buy Chanel, a Bentley, Cartier, indeed any high end luxury item.

An hour of play with SY. She wants to play doctors where I am the patient, and she, with her Hello Kitty doctors set listens to my heartbeat, takes my temperature and blood pressure, gives me an injection, prescribes medicine and makes me drink it and applies a plaster to where she has injected me. She seems to like my response, me following her lead and going to sleep when I am told, whilst she goes and tides the room we are in, carefully straightening all the little chairs around the tables. Then she wakes me, and we go through the whole game again, and again, and again. There are so many other toys and games and books in the room, but this is how we fill the hour, and just at the very end she realises I can count in Cantonese and English and Mandarin, as can she and we count using the little stickers from my Moleskine Diary. Then we play a game where we run around in a circle until we are both very dizzy. And at the end she asks me to pick her up and whirl her around, and doesn’t want to be put down when my arms tire. I find out later she has been here for two years and her elder sister is very poorly in hospital and could not visit her for Chinese New Year. Nobody knows if or when she will go back to her family. It’s time for her lunch, I must say Goodbye. It was so easy to be with her, fully with her, moment by moment. I hope she enjoyed our time together as much as I did. I hope, if the conditions are right, she gets to be reunited with her family, that I don’t get to play with her again. A lot of hopes, a lot of feelings. Such a lot to try and make sense of.

I end my day by meeting with Liz from St Ives. She was with me at the very beginning of my journey and has done a flying visit back to Cornwall and back here again, during my 3 months here. So much to catch up on as we looked across the skyline together as the sun lit up the sky bright red before slowly sinking down behind the skyscrapers. We sipped our Suzy Wrong cocktails and drank tea served in beautiful Van Gough china cups. A lingering ‘window shop’ at my favourite HK boutique Shanghai Tang, where every item of men’s and women’s clothing draws sighs of delight, appreciation and wistful longing. It so

I’ve briefly escaped a determined attempt to begin packing to write my blog. But I’m going to have to go back and finish for I do need to get this sorted. Day 2 of my countdown will be devoted to a farewell lunch at my second big brothers (the one who was also adopted). He lives right near the Chinese border so it’s an early start tomorrow and probably a late return. I’m hoping to start the body clock switch tomorrow night to try and avoid jet lag. I want to be wide awake on Friday morning for a little girl who is twice the age as when I left her in November. Whoops, thinking about Friday already, and it’s only Tuesday. No what was that I was saying about struggling to being in the moment?

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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