After weeks of ‘flying’ in a simulator, I got back to flying in a real aeroplane today. However, even this is not ‘real’ flying as demonstrated by this raptor over the marina this morning.
Today is the Chung Yeung festival and public holiday in Hong Kong. The day is one for ‘Grave Sweeping’; relatives clean up their ancestors’ graves and offer up incense and other burnt offerings. Unfortunately with the hillside conditions being so dry at the moment, this has led to over 60 fires being reported across the territory. We were nearly caught out by this one on an early evening run in the local area. Luckily a couple of Fire Department officers were on-hand to beat the fire back and allow us to pass.
After photographing our floating abode yesterday and thinking it had a lovely location and looked very nice (and it is!) we took up an invite to dinner at the house of one of our daughter’s friends’ banker parents. OMG (in teenage language) their fantastic property was situated in possibly the most prestigious residential road in Hong Kong and this was the awesome view from the living room balcony. Good luck to them; they are a lovely family who made us feel very welcome and fed us a wonderful home-cooked meal. Despite what obviously must be a high powered and demanding lifestyle at work, at home they were relaxed, engaging, unpretentious, interesting and pleasant company. Perhaps nice people can ‘win’ after all?
Billed as a ‘world class Thai carve master’, Laong Wan Hertz gets technical with the eyebrows of this pumpkin, while her assistant is far more concerned with the candy contents of his plastic pumpkin pot. With over a week to go before Halloween and the school half term approaching, preparations for this ‘important local festival’/money making opportunity are well under way.
This is the last of a home made birthday cake from last week. A young girl in UK, with family ties in Hong Kong, had requested an Aunt living here to make a cake on her behalf as a surprise gift to her mate – our daughter. All was organised without our daughter knowing and the cake was delivered, on her birthday, by the Aunt’s elderly mother. This lady, who spoke no English, had travelled by public transport from the other side of Hong Kong with the cake in a cool box. Delivery to my wife took place with smiles and hand gestures, but no intelligible verbal communication – and then the elderly lady was gone. What a kind act by all involved!
Oh yes, the cake was delicious.