Got to hand it to you Hong Kong, you never leave me short of material to blog about.
After last year’s mega trip I said I could not think how this year’s trip could be any more exciting. Well, am not sure ‘exciting’ is how I would describe finding myself in the middle of a Covid-19 crisis, but it has been one hell of a ride. But now, it’s time for home. And I am ready.
I spoke to Martin this morning. He is in Cuba, so communication has been limited to the times he has been able to buy a wi fi packet that works with our 12 hour time difference. We were to trying to figure out the best way for me to self quarantine, so I don’t unsuspectingly pass on the lurgy to him and then he to his 90 year old vulnerable Mum. Given that nobody seems to really know exactly how it is passed on, whether you can be an asymptomatic carrier (I am sure you can), or exactly how long the incubation period is, (varying reports from 7 to 14 days+), there was a mutual scratching of heads and a lot of “don’t really know”.
Anyway, the best thing we came up with was we would have chats through the cat flap at Stratford and he would go and stay in a hotel until he returns to Cornwall after his working week, with me following on a week later. Not quite the homecoming I had planned.
I shall give it all further thought after I’ve read my new book.
Meow for now x