I feel that I should have photos of London, but I don't. This is not because I don't like London, I love it (and look how sensibly it voted in the great Brexit travesty). It's just that I was too busy thrilling myself by doing things like leaving my wallet in taxis. Amazingly, and to my utter delight, the wallet was returned to the hotel I was dropped off at by the driver who found it some time later. Lovely human being. It took me a while to work out exactly how stuffed I was without it: very.
All over and sorted now, and smiling at the week ahead in Hong Kong. Some stuff to deal with for sure, couple of night calls - never great - a few anxieties - but then a long weekend with a junk trip, bring it, bring it.
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| On the patio - so cool to be back - and especially with all the cousins from SA back home, and Polly from Brooklyn NY |
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| Hisako-san and Jacques strike a pose on the pavement in the city. |
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| William Boivin looking damn cool with a cup of coffee, waiting for a meeting to start. |
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| And the reason that one rides - to have a cool shirt with green flames on it. Mamil from hell. 30 degrees at 5.50am. |
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