Hong Kong Diaries # 5
(pre birthday edition)
Feb 4th 2013 10:07pm
Well, I have 2 more hours to be 27 and I wish I could stay this age for at least a little while longer. Twenty-seven was a really big year for me. I made a move to communist China and have been here for a full year now. I can speak Chinese well enough to converse with the locals (and make fun of whitey’s as well). I got hired at a company that quickly promoted me to head teacher. I’ve seen Suzhou, Shanghai, Beijing, Tokyo and Hong Kong. I saw not one but a handful of World Heritage sites in the stunningly beautiful (but slightly boring) Suzhou. I climbed and walked across the majestically breathtaking Great Wall of China. I ate at one of the best restaurants in all of China in a city of over 23 million people in Shanghai (where I spent my 27th birthday at the gorgeous JW Marriot). In Tokyo, I boldly went up to the most gorgeous Brazilian boy I have ever seen and gave him a balloon, which in turn sparked a mini romance that was very much needed (did I mention he was a super hot babe and totally cute?) I spent a week in Hong Kong for my birthday by myself, shopping and eating great food, taking in all the insanity that I’ve come to know and love in China, all the while rediscovering my love for writing about myself.
I also went to Europe for the first time in my life (England doesn’t count) where I saw Moscow, Amsterdam, Berlin, Frankfurt, Prague, Vienna, Budapest, Milan, St. Remo, Axe En Provence, Marseilles, Paris and Barcelona. I saw the Kremlin, Red Square and experienced a weird an unexplainable fear of beautifully dangerous Russian guys in Moscow. I smoked the best weed in the coolest “coffee shops” in Amsterdam and had a solo mushroom trip through the Van Gogh museum (which proved to be too much for my state of mind, so I escaped to Vondell Park where I proceeded to ride my rent-a-bike in circles around the pond for 4 hours before falling asleep in the grass.) I got into the hardest club to get into in all of Europe in Berlin, where I met and fell for my first authentic Italian lover, whom I spent an entire love drug infused night and day dancing with. I saw the Berlin wall (or whats left of it) and rode the fastest elevator in Europe up to panoramic view of Berlin. I listened to beautiful classical music played in the oldest church in Prague, and for dinner, sat by the water and watched an acrobatic musical show. I rode a horse and carriage through Vienna, ate cheese schnitzel (no meat for this girl) and watched The London Ballet company perform Alice in Wonderland projected onto a big screen on a church that very night, which proved to me that Vienna is indeed magic. I learned that Buda and Pest are two different cities that are joined by a huge bridge and stayed in one of the nicest apartments I’ve ever seen, and even went to the “best club in the world” (not sure who awarded it that but they clearly haven’t been out of Pest.) I stared up at the stars on a hillside in St. Remo alongside my Italian lover. I ate the best pizza ever in Italy, while I got driven to Nice, France by my new found Italian loves. I went vintage shopping on the streets of Paris. I went to the Louve, I saw the Eiffel Tower and I climbed the Arc de Triomphe. I bought lavender oil from the best place to buy lavender anything, in Axe en Provence. I rode shot gun in a convertible through the hills of the south of France and star gazed on the boardwalk of Cannes. In Marseilles, fate brought me my Italian lover back completely by chance (I was eating mussels and he just so happened to drive up ride alongside where we were) I ate the most delicious tapas and swam (and tanned) topless in the beautiful Mediterranean sea in Barcelona. Not to mention, smoked tons of great weed from the dispensaries and met up with friends from Toronto (gotta love those cross world meet ups) and stayed up way too late out in the middle of no where, which in turn had me walking back to my friends house, sunglass-less and pissed off, but had a great time none the less. And those are just some highlights from my month in Europe. I have so much more to say.
I the saw more in one year that I bet most people have ever seen (or will ever see in their whole lives) and I’m not done. I’m not slowing down; I’m just getting started. I got bit by the travel bug early and I intend to keep scratching that itch until I’m too old to board a plane.
I can see why people join the 27 club, mainly because 27 is going to be really hard to beat. How can I top this year? I feel I’ve accomplished more in this one year than I have in the 26 years leading up to it. How is that possible? I’m going to have to see the Pyramids in Egypt or jump out of a place in my 28th year to make it as cool as 27 has been.
So here’s to 28; it’s going to be the best year yet.
Happy Birthday to me!