There are a few kinds of parties people have in HK–beach parties, dinner parties, karaoke parties, bar hopping, rooftop grilling parties and junk boats. Any public holiday: "who wants to do a junk!?" Any summer weekend: "who wants to do a junk!?" A junk boat is a yacht that has enough for a spacious party... Continue Reading →
I read an article (sent to me by a friend) on the New York Times this morning about downsizing: home size and stuff. Last week, I wrote a post about my small apartment and wanting more space. Somehow this article validated my current home–making it seem morally superior to a larger home–and encouraged me to... Continue Reading →
I have lived in Hong Kong for over half a year now, and I hadn't gone to one of the best markets until yesterday. Stanley Market is located on the south of the island, overlooking the South China Sea. We arrived as the sun was setting, the sky orange and pink in the heavy particulates... Continue Reading →
Hong Kong is rife with escalators. I take at least 4 a day. There's one to get up to the footbridge-you go through a wet market, and if you go up the next one you'll be in a set of restaurants. There's one to go down from the footbridge, there's one to get to the... Continue Reading →
Last week I went with two friends to a free [read promotional] work out class at a place called "EPIC" put on by Sassy Hong Kong. 50 women, in an hour long class that was supposed to go through 4 types of work outs: yoga, self-defense, capoeira and boxing. I should have known it wasn't... Continue Reading →
There are some moments when I am unbelievably pleased that I live in Hong Kong. One of these moments was on Monday morning, when I woke up in Lantao, spent the morning reading, and then we drove down to the beach in a 1982 land rover and learned how to stand up paddle. We first... Continue Reading →
A repatriated American, living in Chicago for the first time, occasionally writing about it.
