Underwear & Clotheslines

Where am I? I am typing on my smooshy-hard piece of a mattress at 6 in the morning from jetlag recovery on a laptop that is running on 16% battery life, so I’m pressing Ctrl+S every 20 words or so.

I am finally in Hong Kong. I will be staying in Cheung Chau Island for the next month or two at this villagey house my gramps, grams, dad, and four aunts grew up in. A 30-50 minute boat ride away from Central HK, Cheung Chau is literally like the Long Island of New York. People come in here by ferry on weekends for a weekend getaway/vacation of beaching, fishing, and chillaxing. Only CC has no space for real cars to roll around in; there are, however, many many bikes of all ages, sizes, and colors everywhere you look. The housing and residencies in CC are not the newest thing in the world- the walls are paper thin, the windows have no nets, and you might come across the occasional ‘underwears & clotheslines’ scene when you walk through the winding streets. And the furniture here is more bootlegged practical than IKEA functional, but it all adds to the character of this hutty house. I have to admit that it did freaked me out how dirty looking one of the walls looked, so I think I might have to get a small bucket of fresh paint and give it a facelift one day. This place is chuck full of scars and histories that it’s just a nice sympathetic moment in time to imagine just how 2 people with 5 kids can jigsaw up together to sleep/study/eat/live in such a confined space. MY seven people.

Low Battery. You should change your battery or switch to outlet power immediately to keep from losing your work. Unfortunately, the outlet converter I brought with me is outside in the closet, and it’s not cooperating with me anyways, so stay tuned for another post on my Asia Adventures!