wow, so apparently i am not at all good at keeping a blog
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no, but seriously, it’s been a while. how does one keep a balance between wanting to write about life, but also wanting to have one as well? evidently the solution is to post once every two months or so. at this rate, you can expect another 5 or so posts until i get home. hah! we’ll see how i go.
to systemise the contents of this post (i am in germany after all), i am going to post photos chronologically, and attempt a narrative through captions. hopefully you will arrive at circa now in my trip-timeline by the end of this post. (edit: you will arrive at 7 weeks ago at the end of this post.)
here goes:
hong kong
i spent a few days mid-august in hong kong with my dad, visiting my grandparents and my dad’s siblings. hong kong is a beautiful city and i can’t wait to spend more of my life there.
the very beautiful victoria harbour:
holy shit, this feels like so long ago
HK museum of history
my extremely awesome dad and beautiful aunty on victoria peak (just doing some casual touristy stuff for my benefit)
at the temple
birthday celebrations! for me! food!
the food in hong kong really is insanely excellent. it appeals to my asian taste (obviously) and is cheap and EVERYWHERE. holy crap, the 2-3 meal times i have at home somehow stretched in to about 6 separate instances in the day in which one has a full meal. interspersed between are bouts of high energy, fast paced walking exercises (shopping). probably hence why the hunger thing happens.
mad.
but yes, hong kong is the love of my life. i absolutely love berlin and being in berlin, but nothing can compare. going to hong kong feels like going to a home i never knew i had.
london
everyone i know seems to talk bout absolutely looving london, but i didn’t really feel it when i was there. it was obviously lovely, and full of history and interest… but i don’t think we really clicked, london and i.
thus far i have been able to narrow it down to a few defining factors:
1. i had just come from hong kong, and i was utterly in love with hong kong
2. i was strangely overwhelmed just by the amount of stuff there was to do and see - i think as a result i spent too much time trying to fit EVERYTHING in, instead of maxing and relaxing and staying chill.
3. i was more than über jetlagged and it pretty much took me the entire 3 days we were there to get over it.
the ceiling at the british museum is beauuuutiful! so excellently integrated in to the architecture of the buildings and so simple but well designed and executed.
you’ll notice there was an australian exhibit! i didn’t go to it.
i think we went to chinatown three times in three days. we were in london just after the riots, so for some (cute) reason, he wanted me to take a photo of him and the poooolice.
general tourist necessities
v&a was by far my favourite museum, out of the many we visited (though, i didn’t get a chance to swing by the tate or tate modern)
and then suddenly it was time to check out of london and more on to sunnier shores. first took a train to a ferry
and then from the ferry to the train
and from there to Lowlands, a music festival, with DutchBoy and the Frenchman, and from there…
amsterdam
to the absolutely beautiful city of canals (let’s ignore venice for now, at least until next summer)
had the absolute pleasure of seeing, and staying with, DutchGirl again.
i am more than most definitely looking forward to going back in the next few months. i can’t say a bad word about the wonderful city.
introduction to dutch culture 101: bike riding
i can’t explain why i like a city more or less sometimes. it’s often based on an idea, based on a short glimpse of a place, mixed with my emotions at the time and the people i met there. sometimes i think that maybe, for me, cities are shaped by people and my experiences with people (i guess this may seem obvious, due to the entire purpose of cities). hong kong was home because i had family there. london was foreign because we knew no one, amsterdam was lovely because DutchGirl is such a lovely person. there is maybe a case for that here. perhaps cities and place are arbitrary. perhaps their importance is not in their form or geographical location or pretty sculptures, but in how they allow us to interact with one another.
and finally:
on the way to my new home
