Greetings from Old London Town

June 22, 2012 at 5:01 pm (Uncategorized)

Over a month since my last post and over a fortnight since we arrived in London… this might be a bumpy re-entry into the blogosphere, too, as I am feeling a little frayed around the edges. The really good news is that today I finally – after visiting what feels like every single fucking Apple store on the planet for reasons too dull to explain – caved in and bought a wireless keyboard for my iPad. I had failed to bond with the device and it probably goes some way to explaining the lack of posts; if I’m going to forego a pen it turns out I must have keys – some sort of tactile engagement beyond touching the screen. However, I shan’t waste this precious window droning on about technology – let’s try to get somewhere, anywhere, in terms of telling you about this trip.

We have done an excellent job of bringing rain to previously drought affected areas everywhere we’ve visited since leaving Sydney – and that includes all the domestic travel of our month-long road trip. Even Coolah and Dubbo – notorious dustbowls – managed to turn on the taps during our stay. Despite inspiring even the Sunshine State to abandon its famed fair skies for the duration of our stay in Noosa, still nothing prepared us for the onslaught of precipitation that would greet us overseas.

Hong Kong celebrated our arrival with an early start to monsoon season. It’s extremely hilly in the Central area in which we were based – so much so that covered outdoor escalators service commuters from top to bottom – over a distance of several kilometres – heading down during the morning rush hour and then heading up for the rest of the day. We were staying right by the escalators so became intimately acquainted with their often slippery operation; I loved travelling on them – the elevated aspect over the streets below turned up otherwise hidden gems daily – but just as much I enjoyed observing the steady flow of human traffic the escalators shift each day. They are a slender yet constantly swollen vein of activity coursing through that section of the city, affording one the ability to slide effortlessly (sometimes literally) down, down, down each day toward the frenetic heart of Hong Kong: its spectacular harbour, near to where the escalators end. And at day’s end, during yet another deluge, it was always a relief to be delivered safely to the top again.

One thing Hong Kong is not is pram friendly; ours was carried up the three flights to the apartment upon our arrival and there it remained until we left. I think I saw one pram on the streets of Central in the four days we were there, and I had to ask myself who would bother – it would be a hell of a place to negotiate with a fully loaded buggy in tow. But without the pram, Llew was forced to carry the Touring Toddler on his shoulders for much of the day, so in the long-term I really don’t know what we’d do. Those resident in the city must have solved this riddle – and I suspect the answer is hired help.

Hong Kong confirmed for me what Shanghai so strongly suggested: I really love the urban Chinese. They’re so… so civilised, blessed with an unforced sophistication that really puts most of us to shame. Perhaps it’s the way that a sense of ceremony is brought to even the most simple task – such care is taken. China has such an ancient and fascinating history, and I think it must affect the national psyche in some deeply embedded way. Certainly there is pride, but not in that really revolting, brash, hostile display we see too often elsewhere. Not so far as I’ve seen, anyway. This is much more a quiet confidence, the way the truly stylish just exude personal style without ever screaming about it. The Chinese people I have met on these two trips just are cultivated, it seems entirely natural to them, and it affords them a pre-possession I admire.  It’s true that I have thus far only visited places in China where the West has played some role, but both trips left me feeling much more “New World” than Europe has ever done. The elegant, easy composure (perfect posture to boot) of the average urban Chinese always makes me feel like a clumsy oaf. My cheeks still burn recalling my realisation outside a gorgeous antique gallery that my water bottle had spilled right through my handbag. I stopped just short of entering the gallery, dropped to my knees and began messily fishing everything, sopping wet, out of my bag. Flustered, I then dropped the bag and the entire load, including loose tampons, promptly rolled off the step and onto the footpath. The most beautiful, immaculately groomed lady glided across the gallery’s floor, opened the door to me – poor wretch – and proffered not only tissues but a warm invitation to enter, wash my hands by all means and enjoy the gallery at my leisure once I was done collecting my things.  And it’s that kind of unfailing, unstinting hospitality that has made a far deeper and more lasting impression than even my own self-consciousness, and I very much look forward to returning to China and seeing more.

So much more to say about the countless charms of Hong Kong, but I keep glancing at the time, panicking as those pesky grains of sand continue racing out of the hour glass… We have to go out in an hour and I know I’m going to run out of time if I don’t love you and leave you now… if only you knew what a frustrating exercise in time-wasting the majority of this hard-won toddler-free day has been, you’d know how keenly I wish to remain here, spewing words, arse glued to the chair. But perhaps you’ve heard enough for one post anyway – yes, I imagine you have.
The next stop was New York, so brace yourself: it’s going to take me a while to get over that. It was my third visit and all it did was make me want to live there more than ever before. And that’s saying something.



  1. David said,

    I had no idea that China was such an exceedingly gracious place to visit, though I’ve known several people who went there and never wanted to come home. They didn’t articulate the reasons so beautifully, though. Looking forward to hearing about your adventures in The City That Never Sleeps — where, with a toddler, you’ll have felt right at home.

  2. Lilian Nattel said,

    I haven’t had enough at all, but nonetheless appreciate your taking some of your precious “free” time to blog!

  3. Pete said,

    Am loving hearing about your travels. And as interesting as Hong Kong sounds, I’ll be particularly interested to hear about New York. Have just been hearing about what it’s like to have a baby in New York so looking forward to tagging along as you go through Central Park etc. Only been to NYC once but it’s probably my favourite city.

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