We’ve been back for two days now and K and I are officially living in different time zones. While K is already back in the current time zone, my life is still stuck somewhere between here and Hong Kong. Waking up at 2am is no pleasure I tell you. The only thing that has kept me sane at that hour is re-watching Gilmore Girls. I know, guilty pleasures (but seriously, how good was Gilmore Girls – A Year In The Life?!).
I do miss Hong Kong though. Spending one week in of my favorite places in the world is never enough. At one point in my life I will have to move to the place. I miss going out every morning to a local restaurant and queuing up for the most elaborate breakfast menus you can find on the globe (forget about continental – Hong Kong breakfasts are the best). The smell of barbecued meats at every corner at any time of the day is something that will appall most people – but I find an unusual delight in it. And then there’s the constant bickering of locals over the littlest of things. I say bickering but really it’s just regular talk. Cantonese people have the tendency of sounding angry when they speak. No person ever in history has complimented the Cantonese on elegant speech. I do love the sound of bickering though. It’s kind of a way of saying I’m-attacking-you-because-you’re-family-and-I-care. Which, for Chinese people, is kind of the only way to say I love you (or at least I care).
Did I mention I miss Hong Kong?
My love letter to Hong Kong ends with my final argument: the Nan Lian Garden. Just when you think you’ve seen all (or at least, most) of Hong Kong, you wander into one of the prettiest (and most peaceful) gardens ever. I thought the Singaporeans were good with gardens, but the Nan Lian Garden is surely something. I daresay it’s the most beautiful Chinese garden I’ve encountered so far. And just to illustrate how perfectly hidden this garden is, upon mentioning our visit to the garden to various locals, no one had a clue to the existence of it. Which is remarkable for a place like Hong Kong, where word of all good things spreads like wild fire.
For a moment, the garden was my little Hong Kong palace. A
quirk princess (if you will) returned, to home. One day.