This is my fiftieth blog post. I’m always a bit
uncomfortable with the somewhat self-centeredness of posting about my life all
the time so I deeply appreciate those of you who actually read this and
sometimes even learn something from it. It reaffirms that this isn’t just a
long-winded monologue.
Anyway, for the big five-oh, I have decided to a
Buzzfeed-esque post with mostly photos, with each one representing something significant about my time here. They are in no
particular order, and many of them have already been posted here or on Facebook.
Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy fifty photos from Hong Kong, taken since post #1 nearly two
years ago.
1. One of the very first photos I took in Hong Kong. From the balcony of my Clearwater Bay house.
2. A different view of that same house. Abundant vegetation.
3. My room for the first eight months in Hong Kong.
4. Hard at work, teaching one and two year olds how to march.
5. Possibly my favorite picture ever taken of me. Chinese New Year celebration at school.
6. Informal class photos are better than the professional ones. I'd rather have confused faces than terrified ones!
7. Was hard to say goodbye to all the teachers and students at my first school.
8. First photo of Sharman and I as a couple. On Halloween 2011 in Ocean Park, shortly before a man in a ghoul costume scared the sh*t out of us.
9. One year anniversary on Lamma Island.
10. Parents visit to Hong Kong.
11. Typhoon warning. Level 8 and strengthening!
12. Outside the MTR station, the morning after level 10 typhoon Vicente.
13. Sure do love taking ferries.
14. And swimming in the ocean, sometimes even with high school friends.
15. What can I say, I'm a beach boy.
16. Who also loves hiking to get to these beaches.
17. This is the best one I've found in HK, tucked beneath the rolling green hills of Sai Kung. It's called Long Ke.
18. I go to the beach to escape these crowds, like in Causeway Bay.
19. But climbing small mountains also does the trick. Thanks to trek leader Henry.
20. Che Kung Temple, the closest landmark to my current home in Tai Wai.
21. Tai Wai. There's actually room to stretch out your arms here!
22. A door-knocker that would make Scrooge shiver. The apartment shall be known as THE LION'S DEN.
23. Not quite as exciting as it sounds but, pleasant.
24. The view from atop Amah Rock. My building's in the very middle of this photo, just right of the one covered in green construction tarp.
25. Speaking of nice views of buildings, here's looking down from the Peak on Hong Kong Island.
26. And looking across at night, from Tsim Sha Tsui.
27. My favorite building on the HK side, Bank of China.
28. And on the Kowloon side, the Tsim Sha Tsui Clock Tower
29. I guess the Big Buddha's a building too, as it has two levels and multiple rooms inside
30. I've had a lot of great coworkers.
31. At both schools I've worked for.
32. Glad many could join me for an excellent 24th birthday at Tequila Jack's Mexican restaurant. Possibly my favorite eatery in the city.
33. But I've branched out with food as well. Snake soup anyone?
34. Along with this blog, I've written tons in this journal. Now completely full.
35. My favorite place to sit and write, when the weather is tolerable. In the public park area, one floor down from my room.
36. If it's too hot to write downstairs, I can swim instead.
37. Just after summer's swim season comes autumn's peaceful bike rides.
38. But my favorite way to workout is swinging this racket as hard as I possibly can (sometimes).
39. Between playing songs for kids and recording an album, my ukulele skills have increased a bit.
40. As have my singing skills, from "Twinkle, Twinkle" at school to Beethoven's Ninth with the Hong Kong Bach Choir.
41. I guess my countless hours practicing Cantonese have given me some Chinese skills, though I can still hardly understand a word when watching a Hong Kong movie.
42. Or joining in on a Leung family dinner. My smiling and nodding has gotten great though.
43. Speaking of Sharman's family, the best decoration in my flat is this, painted by her talented father.
44. A Mariners fan, helping out with basketball, makes it into an education magazine.
45. These are the children I'm trying to prepare for the future.
46. Many things have changed, many stay the same. I find myself at the cinema nearly every weekend. Sometimes even at 10 am.
47. I also love when old friends come to visit. Here's Luke, one of seven high school classmates to find me here.
48. Public transit in Hong Kong is beyond incredible, and this little card is the key to the magic.
49. But much of my time in Hong Kong has been dreaming about going other places.
50. A few words of wisdom to neatly wrap this all up.
In February, I wrote that I’d finally found a favorite
form of exercise here in hiking the SAR's gorgeous countryside. But I can now say that as much as I love
hiking, it has been replaced by something new. Since joining my first proper game a month ago, I’ve become totally addicted
to badminton.
At college, I took PE activity classes in pickleball,
racquetball and bowling. I loved them all, and have now been able to translate
some of my racket skills to badminton, a game I had casually played only a
handful of times back home. In Asia, badminton seems to be the king of racket sports,
followed by tennis, table tennis and to a lesser extent, squash. As you
Americans out there know, badminton is a sport associated with front lawns and
lemonade in the US, not lightning speed reflexes and carefully marked
indoor courts as it is over here. I shifted perspectives after watching the China vs. Malaysia men’s singles gold medal match during the Olympics a year ago. When played well, the sport is
like a kind of intricate dance, with wrist action almost more like fencing than
tennis.
Since late April, I’ve picked up the basic rules, technique and
strategies from a number of experienced players, kind enough to help out with
the Meetup.com events that I join. This website, by the way, is designed for people of
similar interests to be able to, you guessed it, meet up and participate in
their activity of choice, in this case badminton. There’s even one in HK called
the ‘Hipster Fellowship.’ I wonder what they do. Sit around and grow ironic
facial hair together while admiring Instagrams of food?
Anyway, back to
badminton, the sport is ideal for Hong Kong. It’s protected from the elements by being indoors, it’s in a smaller, compact space, and it requires nimble maneuvering instead of
brute force. Not unlike navigating through the crowded MTR stations. I’ve got a
long way to go before I master most of the important badminton shots, but I
feel that I’m improving at the mental and physical aspects of the game, which
may be the fastest ball sport invented. If you don’t believe me, watch this.
In addition to weather being a non-factor, a reason why
badminton takes the cake over hiking is that it’s competitive. Overlooking
incredible views and repetitively smacking a little plastic hemisphere with
feathers attached are both great ways to relieve stress, but something about the
stakes of winning or losing a game make badminton my top choice. I haven’t
competed against people in a team sport since my intramural softball team lost
out on the championship game my last year in college, and for ineffable
reasons, it’s incredibly fun.
This may be a fad or it may be a lifelong pastime for me; I
don’t know. Regardless, this sport has made a rather uneventful month of May
that much more eventful. Now if I ever hear someone mention
they’d like to go get smashed, I’ll hesitate, and then be disappointed when I
realize they probably aren’t talking about playing badminton.
Over twelve days, my friend and high school classmate Luke and I travelled from Hanoi, Vietnam to Kunming, China, whose nicknames are referenced in the title above. We covered the 350 miles via train, bus, taxi and boat with a few excursions and four stops along the way. Eight nights in northern Vietnam, four in China’s Yunnan Province. It was the longest trip I’ve ever planned independently, as opposed to a group tour, and overall, things went quite well. We only got ripped off once (See 'Part 2' below) and all that I managed to leave behind was a cheap pair of sunglasses. Certainly an improvement from my trip to the states at Christmas, where I left my phone, camera and two credit cards.
Anyway, I've started to feel that my trip summaries are getting a bit stale. Each one seems to go through the trip like a checklist of places/activities and how I enjoyed them. I like to think of myself as a writer of 'creative' non-fiction and it wouldn’t be particularly creative to write about how Hanoi was frenetic, Halong Bay was majestic, Sapa was peaceful, Yuanyang was stunning and Kunming was boring but friendly, the end. You can read about that in any guidebook. Instead, I’ve decided to recall some certain events on our trip. I hope they bring you into our trip better than a couple of Lonely Planet blurbs could.
‘O Ho Chi Minh!’
After a few days in Hanoi, dodging an absurd amount of motorcycles, checking out a handful of propaganda-filled museums and trying to keep track of our Dong (money), we booked a tour of Halong Bay, as nearly every tourist in the Hanoi area does. If you’re not familiar, Halong Bay is filled with thousands of steep green islands also known as karst formations. It’s one of the ‘New7Wonders of Nature’ and hosts countless boats filled with tourists on two or three day trips through the area, there to see the unique topography. We got on one of these boats, in a group with six Swedish girls on a travel holiday before university, a Vietnamese group of four (an old woman, two middle aged women, and a middle aged man, all related somehow we thought), our guide who called herself Seven, and two European couples, both named—I kid you not—Sebastian and Christina.
We were talking with the Sebastians and Christinas after dinner when Seven announced that it was time for karaoke. After fiddling with the karaoke machine for half an hour or so, the boat’s crew managed to get the music going. After ‘Hey Jude’ from Sebastian #1 and a few other shrill sounding Vietnamese songs from one of the ladies in the Vietnamese group, Seven announced that the captain would be playing a song he learned in his days in the Vietnamese army many years ago. It was a song dedicated to the father of modern Vietnam and god-like figure, Ho Chi Minh. I’m always intrigued by music of other cultures, but watching his face light up as he sang and gently strummed guitar was truly mesmerizing to me. Here’s a clip of that.
On the next morning after the Sebastians, Christinas and Swedish girls (three of whom were named Amanda) had left for one of the islands, I asked the captain to borrow his guitar before Luke and I went up to the top of the boat. There was a light drizzle, but that’s welcome to a couple of Seattle boys. Atop our boat, we wrote the song ‘Halong Bay Blues’ which ended with a thunderclap. The lyrics portray us as a couple of shipwrecked pirates in Halong Bay before it became a tourist logjam. “We ain’t got the news/We’re all out of booze/That’s the Halong Bay blues.” Plus some improvised humming to make up for lack of a rhyme.
Cha ca restaurant in Hanoi
Me and my bro, uncle Ho!
Halong Bay
'My Dong has taken me to amazing places'
Is That the Dutch Guy?
Our next stop in Vietnam was Sapa, a hilly region near the northern border of Vietnam. After our night train from Hanoi, we booked a trek and homestay with a Hmong family a little ways from the main town, at the recommendation of Luke’s brother Sam who had been there last year. After a gorgeous hike through misty rice terraces with our guide Bau and a fellow American traveler named Kyle, we arrived at the homestay and met a couple from Scotland named Euan and Ruth who would be staying at the same house with us. We lucked out again and really gelled with the Scots who were on a long trip from Perth, Australia back to the UK via Eastern Australia, Southeast Asia and Madagascar.
After we’d been treated to an excellent dinner and a few shots of homemade ‘happy water’ aka rice wine, the five of us decided to check out a small café/bar/homestay that was just down the road from our house. Bear in mind, despite this being a Hmong village in rural Vietnam, it was well set up for tourists like ourselves, with plenty of small shops offering snacks, handicrafts and other trinkets. There was only one bar though and we had nothing better to do than to stop in for a while.
On the way to the homestay, Ruth and Euan’s guide had told them that there was a Dutch man living in the village who had pushed her cousin and was not to be trusted. His place was on the left side of the road, Euan and Ruth told us as we strolled into the bar on the right. However, we noticed after we sat down that a very Dutch sounding man was taking our order, which consisted of cookies, mulled wine, and hot chocolate. As we began to play the café’s edition of Jenga and later, Uno, we quietly discussed whether or not this man we’d heard about. Ruth described him as looking similar to Count Olaf, the villain of A Series of Unfortunate Events. Meanwhile, the mysterious host was talking a disgruntled looking Australian couple who’s homestay family had apparently been quite rude and unfriendly. Later, we found out the Dutch man had told them, ‘Oh yes. That family, they’ll kill you.' in a successful attempt to persuade them to book a room at his place. Don’t worry; Ruth and Euan said they saw the Australian couple later and they were alive and well.
As we left the bar, the man kept going on about how he’d bought these Uno cards in Holland and they were the only one of their kind in Sapa. The obsession was more than strange and it confirmed that he was indeed the infamous Dutch guy and someone had mixed up which side of the road he lived on. Luckily, we never saw him again, and Sapa was a highlight overall, but I couldn’t help hearkening back to A Series of Unfortunate Events and wondering what the Dutch guy was up to, particularly if he was really the father of the little two year old that joined us for the game of Uno, or was she…an orphan? My apologies that none of this will make any sense if you haven’t read the series.
Sapa
Us with our excellent Hmong guide Bau
Don't be deceived by the bottle or name, 'happy water' is NOT water
