Spent the day trekking up to see the Big Buddha on Lantau island. It’s meant to symbolize ‘the harmony between man and nature’ but you basically have to walk through TWO MALLS SCREAMING WITH LATTES AND HIKING VESTS AND TINY LEGGINGS AND BUDDHA MAGNETS AND FUN SKIRTS AND FESTIVE HANDBAGS to get to him. But once you reach him, he is, in fact, arresting in the calmest of ways. The monks chanting nearby remind you of baptist hymns and bring tears that have nothing to do with allergies. You follow the sound and watch the holy men, though you’re maybe not supposed to. You spot one scratching his head. And then he spots you. You step back behind the door and question everything.
China is designed for small to regular sized people, and so the only place Morrison fits on the tram is the TINY STAIRWELL BY WHICH I MEAN HIS ACTUAL NIGHTMARE DESPITE HIS BRAVE FACE.
Hong Kong is a beautiful and very much alive city with a vibrant and eclectic mix of cultures and charming bakeries with things called ‘wife cakes,’ all feeling quite French, but mostly it’s very attractive young Asians standing in front of things having their picture taken while they stare off into space, either blankly or mildly amused. Allow us to demonstrate:
Our bike tour guide wrote down a name of a restaurant in Thai and the name of its best dishes, crab curry and deep fried seabass with lemongrass salad. We proceeded there immediately and consumed THE BEST FOODS WE HAVE EVER EATEN, on Christmas to boot. THE REST IS HISTORY.
Why to take a van ride then toss off your shoes and wade through the ocean to hop on a long boat to crash through the waves to wade to the shore to hike an hour through the hot wet air, up then down, BECAUSE THIS.
Guns are, in fact, also out
as are the quaint fishing boats
It’s no secret that I am real bad at relaxing / doing nothing, despite this picture that Morrison took (IN OUR ROOM IN THAILAND) that would present otherwise:
You see, it’s not even that I have so many things to do. Well sometimes it is that. But even when I have nothing to do, I CREATE TASKS AND TREAT THEM SO SERIOUSLY, So even when I have nothing to do, it becomes everything. I even do it with my blog. I’ve been going at it every day for over 8 years, and oftentimes, it’s a task. ‘I have to blog.’ BUT DO I? I officially release myself from this task. …….After this post. I give myself permission to have a day with no tasks besides taking pictures of morrison’s eyes up close which is RIGHT NOW NEXT ON THE LIST.
hello from honeymoon! I have no idea when we are, but just know that luxury is following us everywhere we go despite our smelly active wear. For one, our ECONOMY SEATS on Cathay Airlines came with a fancy menu:
And that we just treated ourselves to luxurious shower pods at the Hong Kong airport. Are these luxury shower pods at every airport? How am I just now discovering them? WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING WITH MY UNEXTRAVAGANT LIFE?
This lovely writer / historian Alexis Coe who I met through Elizabeth has a podcast that you need for your commute: Presidents are People, too. It has friendly, accessible 25 min episodes, each devoted to little known facts about a US president. You need it. You will arrive at your destination slightly more informed, slightly more Patriotic, and even mildly less annoyed by the fact that WHY DO I HAVE TO LIVE IN A PLACE WHERE ALSO TEN BILLION PEOPLE ALSO LIVE AND EACH OF THEM APPEAR TO HAVE NINE CARS AND WE ALL SEEM TO BE GOING TO THE SAME PLACE.