We enjoyed the madness and high rises, observed the weird and wonderful food items (skinned snake anyone?) on sale and took the ferry as often as we could. After a few days of mayhem we visited more transquil places such as the sleepy, car-free Lamma Island with it's hiking trail, and sleeping fishing village in the photo.
Other days we went to Stanley, visited a nunnery, did a zillion Buddhist temples and all the other usual stuff on the tourist agenda. Generally we had a really relaxing time.
10 days there was more than enough and I was ready to return to London and attempt to give some structure to my work-free existence. Arriving back home to discover daffodils and blue skies was a joy. The two huge magnolia trees outside my window were just budding and everywhere there were signs of Spring.
Sunny afternoons spent with Sr Madrid, park visits with the nieces, lunch with Friend With a Baby, coffees at outside pavement cafes. Ah, this is the life I thought.
And then the rain came.
And reality.
It had to I suppose. I've got to get a job! My mother has taken to presenting me with job applications and I sense that she's on the verge of submitting them for me. The holiday, it appears, is over. I spent hours on Monday completing my first proper job application since becoming unemployed. I've got a few months' grace until I need to start selling my body but I can't wait until the money's about to run out before commencing the search.
Shame because a girl could get used to this lifestyle...
4 comments:
Your trip sounds amazing, and the view in the photo looks so serene.
I'd love not to have to work, so don't envy you returning to work.
Yes but the panic is beginning to set in as the bank balance dwindles!
Gosh, just caught up on your dramatic couple of months. Blimey. Sorry to hear about your family lost but great that you've been able to support your mum, do some writing and squeeze in a holiday. Good luck with the job search, jude x
thanks Jude. Bit hectic...hope all well in your world! CCX
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