So here we are in Sydney, luckily today it was warm, but when we arrived yesterday it was raining and freezing, for a second I thought we'd arrived back in England. What a shock going from 30 degrees in Hong Kong. I think the tan we had achieved disappeared in an instant. Not to worry we have a year to work on it.
Three days in Hong Kong was plenty, we saw the Peak, Temple Street night markets, shops, shops and shops, and to top it all off I think we sweated out about 10% our body weight. The rooftop pool at the hotel was great for the sights but didn’t help at all as it was only 2 degrees cooler then the air temperature. Cold showers all the way. The hotel was complete with concierge, our bags were brought up to the room straight away and as we really didn’t know how much to tip Nathan gave the lovely chap 50 HK dollars, little did we know that the average is 5 HK Dollars, no wonder they followed us around the rest of the trip. The hotel was pretty pricey so we decided to venture away from the hotel (and McDonald’s) and eat in an original Chinese cafe/restaurant, this was extremely cheap which compensated for the fact that we were the only two English people in the place but we couldn’t complain the food tasted amazing. I haven’t touched duck or rat after seeing the hanging ones in the streets, although the chicken I did buy tasted a little funny? I couldn’t grasp the difference in money at all; it doesn’t feel right to be handing over what looks like 250 pounds for food, so I left this to Nathan who had no problems handing over large amounts of cash. Nathan also couldn’t get over the fact that the scaffolding was made of bamboo, seriously he thought it was crazy.
So off we jetted to Sydney, I have to admit Qantas
This is embarrassing, in fact I’m confident any readers I had hooked with my introduction may consider me a complete fraud when you read the first ever email I sent home after arriving in Hong Kong for three days at the beginning of our years backpacking adventure;
1st July 2006; First Instalment of our adventures
Hi there, it’s me and Nathan at 2.35am here in Hong Kong, and England have just lost their game – bummer, I was soooooo giddy. Hong Kong is so humid, it’s a little unbearable and the things they cook and show on the streets are not nice; ducks with beaks still attached and rats! The buildings are amazing – lots of photos taken and lots more to see before we leave.’ Only a quick email for now to say we have arrived safe and sound and lapping it all up. Speak and email in detail soon. Lindsay x
OK, so here’s the thing, I did promise to include the emails and journals exactly as I wrote them minus the spelling errors, I’ve removed these because let’s face it my use of the written English language is humorous enough. I mean I seriously wrote ‘bummer’ in an email to my parents. I remember my dad at a parents evening once telling my English teacher I sounded like, and I quote, ‘a refugee from Eastenders.’ My mum was an absolute TV soap addict hence the link. I was absolutely mortified, I still am, I’ve never quite fully understood my dad’s humour but I can’t deny my first email home makes me wonder how I ever passed my English exams; I did by the way.
I’m a couple of months into being a stay at home mum which seems an odd thing to say considering I’ve been doing this for a year already, but that was different, I was on maternity leave, I had a job to return to so drinking coffee and eating cake at any given opportunity especially as soon as Zack took his ‘twenty minutes is all I need in a day nap’ was the guilt free right I had earned, and I drank a lot of coffee. Actually I ate a lot of cake too. Fact. Mostly in those moments if I was solo I found myself contemplating reading the book I’d forgotten to pack or re writing the ‘to-do’ list which often had become longer rather than shorter, and considering whether if I made the phone calls I needed to make just how far into the conversation I’d get before I’d have to apologetically end the call due to a waking boy who through his sobbing would be telling anyone who listened I hadn’t fed him for days (it’s not true just to clarify). I found so often that my thoughts took me to thinking about my mum who died from Breast Cancer in 2008, and as I sit today in yet another coffee shop a month into my new role desperate for the caffeine to kick in so I can brave whatever the rest of the day is going to throw at me, just for a split of a second I feel guilt,
New Year, a new role and a new me, that’s what we all say right, but 2018 really is the year I’m starting with the acceptance I am not a failure and the unknown of where it may take me. You see I spent much of 2017 stressing about this, and when, at the end of the year, I found myself sat in the doctors surgery for the first time ever about to admit just how stressed I’d become I knew I had a decision to make there and then; to return to work after a year’s maternity leave or not.
My second baby, a boy, had arrived and I had planned so many adventures but what I didn’t plan for was the journey I was going to go on myself
I am a 'wannabe' Nomad who currently lives in Sheffield with my husband and two children. I genuinely love exploring new places but finding time to fit this in is tricky so more often than not I'm found in the closest independent coffee shop because nothing cheers me up better than a decent coffee.