Kung Hei Fat Choi! It’s been a long weekend in this part of the planet as families gather for the biggest event of the year. Forget Christmas, forget New Years Eve… … Continue reading
It doesn’t take much to make me happy. I’m a very simple person. A boat ride on a sunny day with a cold beer will usually do the trick. But today I had a lot to be happy about.
Marketing people really know how to make bullshit smell good — that’s what they’re paid for, and I should know, because I once worked in an advertising agency. ..
Visitors to Hong Kong are often surprised at how modern and somewhat westernised the city seems, and how much it doesn’t really ‘look’ or ‘feel’ like China. Perhaps they are expecting it to be a bit more like the movie scenes from Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon…
Because what else are heart-shaped bath tubs made for?
When the first week of January presents you with 22’C and a perfect blue sky, there’s no way you can spend your day indoors. So we grabbed our Bush Baby … Continue reading
Just because you’re a million miles from home with no family around, there’s no need to feel lonely on Christmas day. You simply assemble all the other eager expats and celebrate with your friends, of course!
Damn….. I was aiming for a nice round dozen!
“Chinee parang, Chinee parang, Chinee parang, Gimme Char Siu Kai Fan”….. Are you offended yet?
It’s been about eight years since I’ve ‘done’ Christmas. But now that I have a kid, I might have to shed the Scrooge McDuck disguise and put on a Santa hat instead. Tis the season to be merry, right?
Tokyo is not a particularly pretty place. It consists of miles and miles and miles of prefabricated houses, stretching as far as the eye can see, on a mostly flat area of land. But if you want to see what Tokyo looked like before it got burned to the ground during World War II, all you have to do is go to Kawagoe.
If Tokyo is the hot blooded, sexy, pulsating supermodel of Japan, Saitama is its buck-toothed, slightly chubby, less attractive sister. …
You get this spooky feeling sometimes in Japan once you get out of the big cities and into the countryside. The Japanese countryside, with its traditional style wooden farmhouses and picture perfect rice paddies, is incredibly beautiful and scenic, but it doesn’t take long to realise that something is missing from the picture — people.
It’s not something that one often gets to say, unless you are fabulously wealthy and have a private jet, so I’m going to take the opportunity to say the following sentence because I may never get to do so again… “I woke up this morning and decided to fly to the Maldives tomorrow”.
As I sat there at the remote Cape Bise in northern Okinawa, with the sun setting, the warm sun on my shoulders, and a cold Orion beer in my hand, I felt I could stay there forever. And ever. And ever.
I am usually loathe to go to Tung Chung, the town on the other side of the mountain on Lantau, because at its heart lies an overpriced outlet mall, where hordes of mainland Chinese tourists arrive with suitcases full of money (literally) and quickly exchange that money for luxury goods, like Coach handbags, Armani suits, and Kate Spade shoes.
A few days ago in the Chinese media there was a news article about a foreigner fainting on the subway in Shanghai, and instead of someone coming to help him, or at least going to get help, every single person in the train disappeared like a fart in the wind, leaving the man laying on the floor.
It’s 8pm on a Friday night, and I’m sitting in the large dining hall of the Homer Senior Centre in Anchor Point, Alaska, surrounded by a large number of friendly white-haired folks who are all waiting patiently for their dinner.
It’s my first time in Vancouver, and already I’m in love with the place. Everything is just so clean, and beautiful. The people on the streets all seem to be young, well dressed, slim and healthy, and overall look extremely pleased with the general state of things.