I’m back in the land of Black Cabs, Builder’s Tea and the Fine Art of Chav.
Our last day in Hong Kong was funny mish mash of stuff. We had a really cool gentle walk along the beach as well as a paddle in the ocean and I got far too excited about the real life shark net, designed to keep out real Great White Sharks. Of course even I could spot that a real White Shark could jump the net with ease, or that the water had a distinct absence of seals (the preferred meal) but there was a sign so it must be true.
Hong Kong airport was a breath of fresh air by comparison to well pretty much any other airport in the world, they had me at free broadband but the best steak I’ve had outside of Paris sealed the deal. The flight itself was not as good as I’d hoped; Virgin were OK but nowhere near the standards they reached in the 90s. Still it was cool flying with the night half way across the world.
I’ll be posting my Friday Flash Fiction in a few hours so keep your eyes peeled for that and tomorrow I install a bathroom (all be it under close supervision of a far more skilled individual than I). No doubt jet lag will have kicked in by then resulting in me grouting myself to the wall or plumbing myself into the sink.
Now: back to scribbling tall tales!