Sunday, 6 October 2019

So instead - isolated life out in the New Territories


On the day following the pandemonium that trashed the MTR, out here in paradise the usual, more rural problems were being dealt with; in this instance a sizable python was caught in Siu Hang Hau, if you go down the hill from our house and take the first right.  It would make short work of the good Holly .... who is safe and sound fast asleep on the laundry basket :-)



Ev, I think motivated by a school project, has used YouTube to teach himself how to knit.


Hong Kong's protests - the stuff that can't be ignored.

The Hong Kong protests are a strange and divisive thing.  I feel that it would be really weird not to say anything about them.  So here goes - in the knowledge that this is one lay person's perspective. I can see on one hand how they are driven by inequality, and a rudderless, faux administrative take on leadership that people are understandably sick of.  I can see how people are not optimistic about their futures - which also seems a strange right to want to exercise?  The police, who to my thinking were much more of a get granny's cat out of the tree and arrive in force when someone sees a snake type service have been ineffectual, ambiguous in their loyalties, and not been cut any slack by the public at large.  Then suddenly it all seemed to explode on Friday night into an absolute orgy of (in my view) dimwitted-ness and vandalism, targeted at the MTR.  It's an interesting target - if you want to mess this city's ability to function up, it's the obvious choice.  And I'm left wondering why its a private company (I suppose more lets privatise everything - and further fuel inequality) when it's so strategically central and necessary to the city?  Anyway, the MTR corporation seems in one part to have been judged complicit in allowing gangsters to beat up the public, or keeping train doors open so that police can thrash passengers - who knows - the only thing that seems completely clear is that sensible has left the room.  And so here is the result - in short the MTR is shut, and has been properly thrashed.  I was cycling yesterday morning - and because of it - the queues of normal people trying to get to work on a Saturday (already a bummer) were snaking around the building blocks - at six in the morning.  And I just think fuck that, pointless, backward stepping, clueless - not going to change anything - least of all for the less fortunate who live miles from work and rely on it entirely.  These were sent to me by a friend of mine - inside Admiralty station - a major interchange.  I rode past Hang Hau and Tseung Kwan O - and they looked similar from the outside. 

Ticket booth 

Another ticket booth

Turnstiles smashed...
Now I understand that there is a human story to all of this - but I just don't get stuffing up the thing that everyone relies on, to go to the doctor, to go to work.  And then on top of it, those clad in black, fearing for their futures, also smashed all the traffic lights in the streets around the stations - so the traffic, already bewildering, just won't function.  The youth should try fearing the present. 

Time to catch up...

Lordy, I've been totally woeful.  Part of it is a lack of an itchy photo finger - but mainly its just MASSIVE SLACKNESS.  But the slackness has not extended to the physical realm, where I've been hard at work trying to shed pounds (somewhat successfully) and get fit (more successfully) for an October and November brace of bike tours.  My big plans for Taiwan in October evaporated under the twin suns of work and boys holidays not lining up on the one hand and indifference on behalf of the other parties.  I think I have to accept that this is my thing only.  Bloody hell.  Getting a bit long in the tooth for only pounding the pedals and pavements, I got back into the swimming, though have taken to Clearwater Bay's first beach which is guarded by 302 stairs - meaning that it is without day trippers.  Instead I have a regular haul of only the hardest and toughest grannies and grandpa's, a group of about 10, who I see many times a week and engage in a lovely "we don't share a language, but know each other so lets chat and gesticulate".  It's very cool.

The view from the balcony of the beach house - it's so lovely

Evan's skim board has taken a bit of a pounding - we mixed up the epoxy and did a big fix.

We've had a couple of days of dodgy air - sunrise through some quality South China smog - the shark nets and beach biscuits down below (this is 200 stairs up).
Dylan and Courtney have left to go and study in the UK.  They've been here for such a lovely chunk of time that it feels like they've left all over again - and I suppose that is the drift of life, universe like, expanding, apart, with everything moving away from everything else like dots on a balloon being blown up.  Before they left Dylan asked me to take a couple of CV type linkedin pics for him - which was a rare treat.  I set the lights up, and asked Aiden to stand in front of them so I could measure the light; he's delightfully theatric and insincere - made me giggle:



And here's Dilly-boy, looking dapper for London-life.


 



Saturday, 24 August 2019

Bio photo for work and The Pickle

I need a new bio photo for work stuff, so got that organised today (it is satan hot and air-filthy outside, city is some crazy some restless).  What spurred it was that I have to speak at a thing in a couple of weeks and sent my usual taken by an office photographer, much loathed 6 year old photo - and thought to myself, that's one of those bio pics that people send you that was taken a decade ago. Anyway, the delight of it is getting Ev to stand there with his arms up to focus the camera... so nice.


An I think to myself - this looks like a passport photo, but at least it is clean, and doesn't look like I'm a fifty year old dishing out photos taken at forty..