Sunday, 4 January 2026

Happy new year to you and C - viva 2026!

 Managed to get my act together and mobilize for a photo-of-four when the boys are here - champion start to the new year!  Sadly Ev has to go back tonight - he's going to summer school to catch up with the folk that studied accounting at school - which he did not.  Been so lovely to see him - special human.  Can't wait to see you both again.



Monday, 29 December 2025

Wrapping up 2025 with smiles

 Appalling!  The vast and continuous lack of attention, but at least to end a delightful but taxing 2025 with an amendment to that slackness.  November saw a flurry of travel.  I must remember the shape of these post covid years as I attempt to plan a Japan cycling trip... Shikoku Island... but ideally September - avoiding the Japanese winter.  

The month started with a busy week in Seoul (interestingly the Kospi is up 60+% over 2025, would have been a great rally to participate in - and driven, it will interest you, buy key regulatory reform.  A total failure on photos, except for a wonderful walk in Seoul's version of central park - loved this table created by the handle of a big dim sum spoon :-)

Back from Korea and onto Viet Nam - which is always a delight and where suddenly we are much in demand.  Several drivers of this, not the least being a market upgrade from Frontier to Emerging by Russell.

Mr Tang, who owns one of the key CFA Prep Providers in VN, included here because he is one
of the nicest people you could hope to meet - which is criteria that matters to me now.
With equally wonderful colleague Florence Wong - just a delight to travel with,
no BS and a whole lot of grace.  VN is big on flowers - so lovely.

The paradox of preaching market capitalism with Ho Chi Minh watching over...

All in all an excellent trip, met just delightful people, and marred fractionally by losing my wallet on the last night ... I will spare you the expletives.  Thereafter I went to Hainan (literally zero picutures, flew in at night, flew out the next afternoon.  And then on to Beijing for the year wrapper.  The venue that I was speaking in was so OTT.  Very unusual VIP speaker seats (enthusiasm drives me to being ever early as you can see... uncool Rich) and then this massive LED, five-sided ceiling screen which was a first for me.  


And then suddenly the year was over... so badly wanted to get back on the night of Friday the 19th of Dec... and managed that with an 11.59pm touchdown - oh the delight of the rest of life awaits!

Aiden and Evan arriving back in the 852 was just wonderful.  And they don't travel alone.  Ev's mate Evert from Mossel Bay came for a visit.  Such an excellent bloke - Ange asked him if there was anything he didn't eat - and he simply said "I want to try everything".  Most welcome brother.

Catching the sunset over the Wan with Evert - delightful winter weather - and an old junk in the bay.

Very quickly the house was full of hungry boys, Evan, Max (now in NZ) Luke (now in UK), Nick (working for a motor racing company in Hong Kong), Jake (UK, and I suspect at some point in consideration for the English rugby team) and Aiden - quick feed before hitting the Wednesday night ponies in Happy Valley...


Christmas came and went, a quiet morning followed by a big party in the afternoon at the Schats' house.  It was excellent, but I was very slow on the camera.  Backgammon set for Aiden, boxing headgear for Ev... 


Ash the new bin-cat a great addition

And late-night wait-ups for Bafana Bafana's AFCON campaign (what with the exceptional rugby internationals concluded) - with Rachel, supercool and lovely, and Aiden's not-vakansieromansie 

We've also had the delight of the NextGen family around (we are practicing, dear Josh, just saying) with Lara and Jason spending a couple of days at Simon and Tracy's house (so appreciated) with Ezra and Jessie - Ev being an absolute champion being the big cousin:


With these delightfully peopled afternoons and nights, the early morning rises continue, and it is a absolute pleasure to enjoy a no-time-pressure space for ocean swimming (how's the sunrise view on the way to the beach!) and below that, early mid morning on way back up the jungle stairs after putting in a proper session.  Hong Kong is just disgustingly useable - genuinely public public space, and at temperatures that are not intrusive (once used to the summer heat at any rate).  



Then of course on the intermittent days, fiendish cycling mornings on the latest iteration of Blue2. I find it laughable that I have a titanium bicycle with carbon-fiber rims and Pirelli P-Zero tires - so totally wasted on my abilities, but so definitely not on my sentiments (you can't imagine how irritating it is that I can't crop out the black piece of gate on the left below in-blog).


And then to round off with the super-current, my mini feature of the day - Monday the 29th of December... started off with a wonderful morning walk in the hills with Ange...


... followed by a trip to Sai Kung to deliver some lunch-boxes to a homeless feeding scheme that Ange is involved with (fittingly given her prior work in food and nutrition, hospitals, restaurants, catering, community programs).  It's been quite an eye-opener for her, and so for the rest of us, vicariously, engaging with a part of Hong Kong which is hidden, and consequently easy to assume is not there.  Of course, people are living hard in every place; it just seems casually cruel when the particular place is wealthy and resourced.  No doubt the issues are more complex than I give credit for.  This NGO is called May's Kitchen, the invention and running of by one of those amazingly energetic and quietly visionary people, May, who with zero resources manages somehow to feed people.  The delivery was to the feeding scheme's kitchen, which is on the rural side of one of the SK villages (Ho Chung); the services are delivered in the old part of Kowloon however, Sham Shui Po; very inner city.

Ange and May having a giggle about something on the path to the kitchens.

Aiden and Ange at the kitchen itself.

The cleaning area - pretty basic, but respect to May,
they feed 150 people a week, year round.  I think that's a delightful
reminder of what good people bring to the world.  Hope 2026
is full of the kindly, and much less of the destructive.  

And to round the year off - how delightful to run into ageless simple romance?  An elderly couple on one of my walks back from the beach.  Wishing you and C all the very best for the new year.  Love from all of us darling Josh.


Saturday, 9 August 2025

Breaking into 2025 after a year-plus absence

I've got some lip one way and another for being such a revolting slacker at updating JI, so here goes from our little summer/winter holiday tour - hope you are loving the former in Dublin.

It was such a delight to meet Caren's folks - such diamonds, like you are lovely C.


Ange soaking up the end of the Pretoria winter sun...

...and then yakking to Sue into the fabulous highveld winter evening.

From P-town to Kenton - I cannot get enough of the Cox's fabulous house (decorated as it is
with their fabulous hospitality).  Had an absolute blast, but, dammit, videos a-plenty vs photos :-/


Eastern Cape roadside distractions on the way to Knysna - laughing

From Knysna ... road-trip to Cape Town in the back of the Grandies car :-O, and all credit to 
the birthday girl Wendy, who took an absolute beating in a fall less than a week earlier.

Fabulous winter canola fields along the way.

Sunrise in Kalk Bay the next morning - looking across the bay to the mountains that lead to Hangklip.

Fat seals and fishermen on the Kalk Bay harbour wall.

Kalk Bay in 1880 - pretty cool if you consider that at exactly the same time Billy the Kid was pronking
around the wild west being bad (he died the year after in 1881; cause of death: gunshot wound)

Roy and Ange stepping out in Kalkies - own the public space

Ruth and Ethan arrived on the Friday night - loved this Italian place

The Grandies heading home - very cool, they've been married 
for sixty years, a very small odds outcome and lovely

Ange with her two cousins and Auntie Jill, who is laat-lammetjie closer to Tracy than her sister Wendy.

Ange and Ev, awww they're such closies these two

Cocktail hour at the Cuban place across the road... rum hangover with Hemmingway watching on, wtf?


Emma, Aiden, Daisy and Ev - post cocktail glow

At Aiden's divine digs in Woodstock, super people, fabulous views 

Ange with Ev in Stellenbosch - catching a late lunch in a gap between lectures.

Wild skies flying into Joburg again - winter rain... huh?

Back in HK, the cat purring its head off.


Tuesday, 9 April 2024

Aiden turns 20

 

Birthday dinner for Aidie with the Coxs - sadly Dil and CC back in London 
Ange and Tracy the eyes-closed queens


The four of us 


And then the next morning at 6.20am - doing the Ev station for school run for the last time ever.  
Three more days of class - Ange doing the other two.

Monday, 8 April 2024

Rocking Bambalam for Jordan

I think we are all somewhat entranced by the growing success of Bambalam - such a cool expression of Jordan's arty entrepreneurialism and energy.  Action in the parking lot outside 89.  Also cool because they are the last pics I took of Aiden as a teenager.






The final sevens at the old stadium

I think I'm past my sevens best, man ... the toll ... so I go for a well behaved Saturday and leave the Friday and Sunday to the party people, who in this instance include the nextgen.

Evan going for the Top-Gun thing, loved the smile and dodgy salute.

The pic below needs some explaining.  At some point upon arriving at the stadium, Aiden discovered, and then declared that his Jail Bird outfit had an unfortunate camel-toe appearance - and particularly risque for correctional services inhabitants.  So he announces this as I've corralled them into a lineup (perpwalk?), Jordan bends forward to inspect, Mikey Schats takes his word for it, and Ev has a glance... and then the lovely laughter meltdown pic below.  I think they all had a massive jol.






The old bullets in the box... lordy

Jordan kicking back in Bambalam denim.

On the way home, Jordan rescued (clearly all of us rescued) by a quick reacting retrieval of a watertight plastic bag from my rucksack (for wet cozzies)... taxi voms... pretty standard Sevens fare.

Quality taxi driver, stopped at the bins for the offending package to be disposed of.

The aftermath... couch-time.  Evan got home 30 minutes before us, and went straight to bed.  Aiden had missed the night before, entirely, and was trying to disentangle an escape.  Lordy once a year is plenty.