Navigating your way through Hong Kong when it’s raining is like going swimming at the beach during blue bottle season. You have to be on guard the whole time, making every movement a deliberate decision trying to dodge the stingers, or in rainy Hong Kong, the umbrellas.
Like a delicious Pret A Manger club sandwich that we have become attached to as our comfort food, our weeks here in Hong Kong are filled with colourful, delicious and unexpected adventures. We are making daily observations about the city, the way it treats the wealthy and the poor, and the type of people that live here, while trying to savour every new suburb and cultural experience…planned and unplanned.
As of today I have been unemployed for 73 days. Not because I wasn’t good at my job, or because I was having a baby, or even that I decided to become a ground-breaking entrepreneur in an attempt to change the world and become a billionaire.
One of the best things about travelling is the food. Back in Sydney we used to eat tonnes of Asian food – we couldn’t get enough of it. But now we don’t have the same access to Western food (other than good old McDonalds), of course that’s what we’ve been craving.
Just three years since I moved to Japan, and I’m off again. This time my Jackson and I decided to move to Hong Kong – with no job and no home to go to.
This time last year I fell in love with Turkey. It’s an amazing country, great food, so much history, friendly people for the most part, and beautiful scenery. I spent two and a half weeks travelling through Turkey with my mum and dad, hitting up some of the ‘must see’ spots, and let me tell you, they are must see spots for a reason.
When I came home from living in Japan I made a conscious decision to not let myself stop living ‘expat life’. I want to continue to have the same thrills of meeting new people, discovering new places, learning about different areas and trying various foods. So I knew what had to be done. I booked a ticket and went on an adventure.
My experiences over the last few months haven’t been quite the same as the 14 months beforehand. In fact, they look a little something like this: Early April,… Read more “Live every day like a tourist “
With finishing up my teaching job in Japan and preparing for my move back home I haven’t had much time to post. Last month I was nominated for the Liebster Award, an award you are nominated for by fellow bloggers.
Thanks for the nomination Flick, it’s great to know that a fellow blogger, friend and someone who is walking through similar stages of life as me likes to check out what I have to say. Looking forward to seeing what else you have to say on DistractedFlick.
These are words I never thought I would say: “I went to a penis festival this weekend”.
The Hōnen Matsuri, is a fertility festival celebrated every year on March 15 in Komaki, Aichi. It is a day where the usual Japanese modesty goes out the window and giant wooden penis statues are carried through the streets, which food stalls selling everything and anything penis shaped, and people of all ages from children to adults walk around innocently sucking penis shaped lollypops.