I could re-live the moment by carefully narrating our journey and first day but sometimes an email you've sent to a friend will suffice. Important details to understand the following are: Paul and I were offered our friend Victoria's Kowloon flat for a few days over the Easter Holidays. We said yay! We brought her a huge tub of Almond Butter (something hard to find in HK) as a gift. Rosa flew from Bali to hang out for a few days. The rest is history.
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It’s been a fairly epic day and I felt the need to memorialise it in words.
We start in London where Paul and Jen check in for the flight only to realise there’s no two seats left next to one another. Fast forward to the Cathay Pacific check in desk where Jen convinced Paul to sweet talk the desk agent into moving seats around. Only they get Nish, the 60-year-old Asian man, and Jen goes into hyper mode about Paul’s excessive flatulence that no one else should be subjected to. Winning move and the pair secure extra legroom in the exit row seats.
Jen and Paul proceed to share their row with a Swedish man who requests packet upon packet upon packet of peanuts and litres of ginger ale. They worry but he does not fall into diabetic coma.
Landing, airport and arrival into Kowloon all go to plan. Cherry greets newcomers in friendly Hong Kong manner and the pair go off to meet Rosa at a local Japanese Tonkatsu establishment. Rosa proceeds to drink two large beers while Paul and Jen scarf down their first appropriately timed meal of the day. Rosa talks. Jen drinks a beer. Rosa talks. Paul’s eyes roll into the back of his head from lack of sleep. Rosa talks.
Jen and Paul eventually separate from Rosa and weave a dangerous path home down Victory Avenue. Pet shop window to pet shop window, the pair peruse. Paul pulls Jen away from gorgeous, sad, denigrated dachshund puppy in the window and the pair make their way to Victory Mansions.
Jen attempts to complete IB marking scripts on two-hours of fitful airplane sleep. As the words dance across the page, she throws down the laptop lid in humble defeat and falls into a five-minute trance-like power nap.
Paul brushes teeth whilst Jen finds pyjamas at bottom of suitcase. She turns to Paul’s bag that appears to have sustained some kind of liquid explosion at the bottom.
As the pair unzip the rucksack, a flood of warm, brown, sticky, organic material seeps out from every angle. Rather reminiscent of cleaning a baby’s nappy, Jen begins to wonder when her boyfriend decided to shit in his backpack. Then the scent, rather nutty, jolts them to the reality that the extra large tub of Planet Organic purchased almond butter has exploded all over the contents of the bottom of the bag.
Which is how Jen and Paul end the night: lovingly cradling a green rucksack full of almond butter in the bath tub.
What WILL tomorrow bring?
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