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Feeding the Gods

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Taoist temple on my first trip to Asia – Hong Kong. Hard to imagine that we were a bit nervous, language, culture, what if we couldn’t cope? We needed a ‘safe’ place to start… Hell – that was my husband, not me… I had plans to do a lot of travel in Asia and I knew he would love it too, if he could get over his fear of the unknown.

So we started with Hong Kong. Five days on the tail end of a month in Europe, knocking off a few of the big rocks there… We arrived in a typhoon, heavy, slow storming, air as hot and dense as a sauna. Assaulted by advertising everywhere, blinking, flashing, swirling, signs, screens, billboards, monitors, hawkers, vendors, neon neon neon. No sky unless you looked straight up. It was more than a little overwhelming at first, especially since all that colour, glitter and glare made all the streets look the same, so it was hard to get our bearings.

But of course we persevered. And if we never quite got a handle on where we were, and wavered between the melting temps of the street versus the super-coolness of our hotel room (which also housed a large coterie of local prostitutes who were ever so entertaining at breakfast), we rather fell for the place. This is the Man Mo Temple, one of the oldest in the city. Imagine this 100-fold, the air so dense with incense you can’t quite see or breathe, but its heavy quiet was an escape from the bustle of the street. A wonder. And I knew my husband was going to want to come back for more…

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30/04/2012 at 11:34 pm

Hong Kong Typhoon

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I think we are so conditioned to seek out and appreciate expansive, clear views that go on forever that we fail to appreciate the beauty of those that are truncated by nature.

Hong Kong was the tail end of a trip that began with the mists of Scotland. There the mists, though dense, had a light, crisp, cool quality. Hong Kong was hot, heavy and so laden with moisture I would have liked to come up for air. One day – one day I’ll go back and have another pigeon dinner.

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01/05/2011 at 1:29 am

Hong Kong Surprise!

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Sure I’d read about them and heard about them, but I’d been in Hong Kong for four days without running into a squat toilet. Not in the hotel or any of the restaurants we ate in – not even in our excursion to the mainland. I figured they had passed into history or were only found in rural areas now.

Then there was the day trip to Kowloon. And that wonderful little out of the way market. And the way that nature called so very suddenly, so very urgently, insisting there was big business to attend to. Now!

I was directed down a few narrow alleys and behind a couple of tents. And there it was. Just like the one next to it. And the one on the other side. Uh oh.

Bloody hell! What the @#$%! was I supposed to do? Really! I just couldn’t figure it out – and I really really really had to go.

I pulled out my camera and took a photo.

Then I stripped from the waist down. After that – well – obviously I survived the trauma. I’ve since been back to Asia probably a dozen times – and while I still prefer the western sitter, these days I can manage a squat with the best of them.

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03/03/2011 at 9:12 pm

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