Tuesday 27 December 2011

Qingyuan Q&A

Finally home. I am completely and utterly exhausted but still buzzing from the amazing experience that was granted to me. What a great trip, it's hard to return from a volunteer trip saying it was everything that I expected. What do people expect to happen on such a program? To have poverty run up and smack you in the face only to come back feeling like Angelina Jolie? Not in the sense of feeling like a celebrity and somebody with value but having a sense of being to help those less privileged and adopt a child.

There's always a certain smugness or even reluctance when you return from such a trip. What can you change? What did you change? I think in the end it's a two-fold exercise. You want to walk away thinking that you've made a difference but I think the true value of it all is to know that you've made a difference to yourself. Your perspective and thoughts are altered. Was it the children who benefited? Sure, was it us? Sure.

It's always funny to hear the reactions when people find out that you missed out on Christmas and "nobly" decided to spend it in rural China on a volunteer program. It's strange, I'm almost hesitant to tell people what I'm up to. Ashamed? Not really, I'm just not looking for the accolades of "valiant Christmas". In fact one of the reasons why I enjoy volunteer work aside from being able to interact with people without the status and showboating of society is that it gives me a sense of cleansing and grounds me with what is actually important in this world. Lame, maybe. True, yes.

One of the most common questions was "Why are you giving up Christmas?" followed closely by "Have you done this before?". I guess the thing about Christmas amidst all the hallmark showboating is that it's the event where you're surrounded by friends and family, enjoying great food and just their company. There are a few times during the year for when this harks significance for me, Christmas, Chinese New Year and my Birthday.

In the end, according to my definition I had an excellent Christmas. I met plenty of new friends, had excellent food and enjoyed the company of people and came away feeling like I had done something worth wild. It was a very pure Christmas. Pure weekend, where even though the kids might have no completely understood the meaning of Christmas they will always have a positive association with December 25th. A fun day  filled with laughter and singing. In a strange way, they all have a pure definition of Christmas especially compared to children brought up in the Western world.

I was dubious about the my contribution, the lack of communication and physically being able to better their English.  But it's amazing what a simple smile and some ridiculous body language can do. It's primitive yet effective we made their weekend with our company and the simple human interaction.

The highlights for me were. Living with the families. The generosity left me speechless. We were offered beds and lodging without hesitations. Stories of other volunteers being given blankets with holes and falling asleep to the sound of chattering teeth and sobs in darkness. Singing their school song in front of the students and they joined in and sang along with the complementary sign language was the other highlight.

A lot of these kids grow up without fathers or male figures.  These kids come home and wash and cook without being told, they look after their younger siblings, do their homework and sleep. They have so much responsibility and sometimes they forget that they're actually children. I'd like to think we gave them that chance, to be young, to laugh, to smile, to run and misbehave.

The trip ended with the following questionnaire:

How do you feel?
Most touching Experience?
How will it impact your life?
What will you change when you return to Hong Kong?
Will you join next time?

Monday 26 December 2011

Boxing Day

The night before we had planned to utilise the amazing rooftop and wake up early for sunrise. At 6:30 the alarm went off, it was still pitch black. Jon rolled over and muttered something, still half asleep, we unanimously agreed that we would skip sunrise and steal a couple extra minutes of sleep. We finally rose at 7:20. Sze Ji needed to be at school by 8 am and seeing that we were just around the corner we left . The house was abuzz, the mother and uncle left for their respective jobs and we said goodbye to the family and headed to school.


The kids had their routine morning exercises which we playfully partcipated in with them. After breakfast we wandered around the corner and must have walked no more than 500 metres before arriving at the Farm. This particular farm specialised in two harvests, sweet potatoes in the Winter and Dragon Fruit in the summer. Lily and gave a quick tutorial in the art of sweet potato harvesting. Hoe and mounds, dig. I can't help but feel we butchered a lot of this season's produce destroying a fair percentage of the crop. Still it was fun way to experience more local life it was nice to be in the sun. It was interesting, a lot of the group had lost interest in digging potatoes and had moved on to the photo taking and modelling. Lily continued to dig.



We arrived back covered in dirt and had another sharing session. It was interesting to hear about the different volunteer's experiences. The level of Cantonese was beyond me so Vincent was able to translate. It was a very moving experience, tears, laughter and prominent moments of silence were shared. We talked about the various distances kids had to travel to school, some leaving the house before sunrise. The different living conditions and varying levels of poverty. One thing that remained constant was the hospitality and generosity of the house holds. It spoke volumes about the simple lives that these people led and despite not having a lot to offer gave up more than was required.


Lunch was in the classroom and afterwards we joined the children during their lunch break. After 2 days interacting with the kids it was clear that they were more comfortable with us around. Punching, hitting, grabbing, hugging, jumping all over you. It was also the first time I interacted with some of the other kids outside of my group. It was obvious that there were varying levels of English, some kids getting stumped at "hello" others able to elicit my name and my age. The day was spent in the warm sun running around with the children - They would pinch and poke and run off, steal my beanie, steal my glasses.During this time, I forgot about all the troubles back home and almost lost track of where I was in my own life. It was just nice seeing the kids run around having fun.



The kids headed back to class and the School Principal addressed us and thanked us for our time and effort. He explained the kids situation and how much this simple 3 day trip would affect them. Our afternoon was spent in the classroom observing their interaction with the teachers. The final school bell sounded for the day and the kids exploded from their classrooms, most of them bee-lining for their bikes, the exit or the waiting relatives at the gates. There were a few who made straight for the bus and the group of volunteers. A small group of the volunteers headed off to one of the hospitals in Guangzhou to visit one of the students with cancer. We said our final goodbyes, photos, high fives, hugs before we finally made our way back onto the bus. The lights were turned off and almost instantly all members drifted off into sleep, it had been an exhausting trip and we started our 5 hour journey back to Hong Kong, a world with public transport, hot water and a sheltered  view of the world around us.

Sunday 25 December 2011

Christmas Day

Past Christmases have generally followed a standard recipe. That is, family and friends gathered together on Christmas Eve accompanied by an assortment of food and the traditional countdown to midnight. The clock would strike twelve, everybody would scream "Merry Christmas", open the gifts and lazily welcome in Christmas Day. The previous day was exhausting and last night's sleep was a welcome luxury, the alarm that broke my sleep was not. I honestly don't remember the last time that I have actually woken up on Christmas Day. It was a deep, re-energizing sleep that I emerged out of - Merry Christmas.

At 7:30 am we checked out of the hotel and lumbered back onto the bus that shuttled us straight to Yawen Primary school. Again we were greeted by waving kids as the bus pulled through the school gates. Pork Congee, Friends noodles and buns were served as breakfast and would serve as fuel for the morning session; I greedily ate as much as I could knowing that I would need the energy.

Today our group was in the Media Room with Millie the English Teacher. Jonathon another volunteer had prepared material and activities briefing the class about Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer. The children were engaged and for a moment, I remembered what it was like to be back in primary school. Again, I  assumed the role as Lead Caroler and sang "Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer". We went through the lyrics and tried to help the children with their pronunciation. The addition of impromptu gesticulation helped and we had soon coined a dance routine to accompany the lyrics.


The difficult thing I found was communicating with the children, interaction wasn't so bad. But taking away the fundamental interaction like "Do you like singing?" or "What do you like to do?". It was challenging to gain any rapport with the children other than being that enthusiastic English Speaking Chinese guy. The next task for the children was to create a script for an on stage performance - this was to be done all in English. Mandy assisted with the directing and soon our group had a basic script. We had the narrator, played by Jimmy. Santa, played by Wendy. The three Angels: Ainne, Mary, Licy Rudoplh played by Henry. Reindeers played by Karsen, KoKo and Jacky and a invalid played by JoJo. Our story was as follows, Santa is really busy with his reindeers delivering presents and helping people that he has to employ the help of three angels to assist with his philantropy. The story ends with the three angels helping the invalid on Christmas Day. The story was the easy part, getting the kids to memorise the words and their lines was the difficult part!



Proceeding lunch all the groups were pulled into the large room were each group was randomly called out to perform their skit. There was a nervous energy in the air and with 10 minutes to go, not all the members in our group could remember their lines. The group went up and performed, it was shakey and the kids were constantly hiding behind each other as not to be in the public eye, some of the kids handled it better than others. At the end each child was presented with a certificate. We also gave them an opportunity to get them  write cards for us. I recevied a handful of gifts, with most messages written in Chinese the underlying message being "Learn some Chinese, ya bloody Gringo". The afternoon we spent cleaning up the classrooms and meeting the members of our home stay groups.


The sun set over the playground casting an evening tinge over the school. With it the air became cooler as the kids made home either by foot or bicycle. The child whose family we stayed with was Sze Ji, a grade four student. She was nervously waiting for us at the front of the school gates and I'm sure the site of five grown males would have been intimidating. The school had nominated some of the kids to be foster homes for the volunteers with of course the permission of the parents. Sze Ji, out of all the kids lived the closest to the school and after a short 10 minute walk we were at her house. Her Grandmother and brother were waiting for her at the front of her house.


First thoughts, the home was massive! A garage, at least 5 bedrooms, 2 kitchens, a massive rooftop and plenty of space. It was a liberating sight especially given the meager quarters that I call home in Hong Kong. Despite the size it had a desolate feel to it, perhaps I'm just used to the furnishings and fixtures commonly found in western dwellings.


We were invited in and the mother asked if we would like to stay for dinner. Stay for dinner? There had obviously been some mis communication, we weren't only staying for dinner, we were staying the night! Despite the family only just finding out, their hospitality was supreme. Food was served and the mother rode out to buy extra Chicken for us to eat. We learned that the father lived away from home in one of the factories of the major cities to help support his young family. A banquet was served and I couldn't help but feel that the food that was served was not a regular feature on the dinner table. Fish, Chicken, Tofu, Beans it was a feast.


Immediately after dinner, we presented the family with gifts. This included an assortment of stationery, games and trinkets. Vincent, one of the members helped Sze Ji with her Homework, while Jon taught the brother and cousin the rules of "Snakes and Ladders". Both Derek and Michael sat and chat with the mother. I, well I was preoccupied, deliberating the best way to drop a deuce in rural China. The situation was as such, it was a squatter system bathroom, there was no toilet paper and I really needed to go. Suffice to say, 40 minutes later I emerged from the stall with a better knowledge of the challenges faced when using a squatter toilet.


The grandmother prepared our beds while the auntie boiled water for us to shower. None of us showered that night and we all retired early. It was cold, real cold. We were given a spare room, there was no mattress and my sleeping bag barely kept me warm, thank goodness for that extra blanket that we were given. The sky is incredibly clear and I've not seen so many stars in my life, I contemplate life here in rural China wondering if it's something I could get used to.

Saturday 24 December 2011

Christmas Eve

My previous, albeit brief flirtations as a volunteer had kindled an interest to dedicate some time to philanthropy in Asia. In particular, volunteer work within China. Admittedly, I was resigned to the fact that this experience would probably take place a little later in my life. This was more because I lacked the critical tools to embark on such a program. Namely, a basic grasp of the language and more importantly time to facilitate a stint overseas. This all changed one week ago when I stumbled across House of Learning, a non-profit organisation whose energy is directed at helping the less fortunate in Hong Kong and China. Anita, the Project Organiser graciously invited me along for the trip.

The lead up to my adventure into Qingyuan, China was riddled with problems. I had enlisted three days before the start of the trip and had missed the relevant training sessions leaving me completely in the dark. Worse still, on the night before I was scheduled to depart I discovered at 10 pm that I had accidentally left my passport in the office. The next hour was spent convincing the security guard to let me into the building and trying to figure out the after-hours office door code. It was a great relief to finally have my passport back in my possession.

My six o'clock alarm does not agree with me. I immediately regret going to Lan Kwai Fong the night earlier for those 'Quiet Pre-Christmas Drinks'. Struggling on four hours of sleep, I find my house mate still awake from the night earlier. He still looks drunk, and immediately all inhibitions about forfeiting my Christmas in Hong Kong dissipate. After all, that would have probably would have been me all weekend. I dump a protein shake and make for Lo Wu.

At 7:40 I finally arrive at Lo Wu, I was supposed to meet the rest of the party at 7:30. It should have come as no surprise that I was running late, typical. I had throughout the train ride received multiple calls from the team leaders who were trying to solicit my whereabouts. "I've just arrived. I'll meet you there shortly" I pant as I dart through the early morning platform crowd. 8:00 I'm still lining up at immigration, another phone call."Whereabouts are you?" I hear. "Sorry, I'm almost there, I'm caught up at immigration" I reply. "Immigration? Wait, you've gone to far, you were supposed to meet on the Hong Kong Side of Lo Wu". This was not panning out as I had expected, and I questioned what I was doing at the Chinese border going into a country with complete strangers and zero language skills. I was almost tempted to abort this adventure and just return to Hong Kong with all the other expats and enjoy Christmas eating a truck load of food and getting drunk; then again, that's really just every other weekend in Hong Kong.

It was almost 9 am by the time I finally met the House of Learning group outside the Shangri la Hotel, Shenzhen . I was horribly late and despite not having met a single member of the party I was already infamously known as "Derek, the guy who was late". The first thing that strikes me is the sheer number of volunteers willing to help. Professionals of all ages, students, young families, the odd straggler had all voluntarily decided to forfeit their Christmas in Hong Kong.

I was immediately introduced to my team and for this weekend, Michelle, Mandy, Rachel, Kenny, Manic and myself would be known as 'Group Six'. We boarded the coach that would be our primary mode of transport for the next few days and settled in for the drive from Shenzhen to Quingyuan. Anita introduced the  group leaders and talked us through the upcoming itinerary, this was of course all in Cantonese and I managed to understand the odd sentence here and there but the reality of the language barrier dawned on me. I spent the journey seated next to Pauline, although I wasn't much company as asleep for majority of the four hour commute, occasionally waking up to the sound of chatter and the sound of myself snoring.

I was absolutely starving by the time we arrived at our first stop, Ching Hing Hotel. After we emptied our bladders and then crammed into the dining area of the hotel where lunch was served. The warm food was welcomed by the group and almost immediately we were back on the road. I was well fed and well rested and my attention was drawn to the rural backdrop we were motoring through. Passed through areas of fairly dense vegetation and the simple local abodes we continued along the dusty road for another 10 minutes until the concrete walls of Ya Wen Primary school eventually crept up on us. The children gathered together as the bus slowly pulled through the gates of the school. There were looks of anxiety, curiosity and excitement, from both the children and the volunteers.


The kids were divided into groups and our group, Group Six had their first session with Anita in the Brain Enhancement session up on level four. Up until now, I still wasn't entirely sure what role I would be playing here, I knew there would be English involved but the interaction and contribution that I would be able to bring was still unknown. Anita pulled me aside and asked if I would be able to help with the Christmas Carols, in this case "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town". There were no hesitations and I immediately agreed although I would have been lying if I had said I wasn't nervous. I was handed the microphone, the music started and  soon enough I was singing solo in front of 30-40 students in a foreign language that they didn't understand. The only time I sing is when I'm blind drunk - I was completely sober and couldn't help but feel that this performance would end up on the outtake of an American Idol bloopers segment. The next 20 minutes we spent going through the lyrics and dance moves to the song. I would read out a few lines as I paced among the students while Anita explained the story in Cantonese.



After the open mic session I was a little more relaxed and we were given time to go through some activities with the children. The first task was to get the kids to write their name tags in both Chinese and English. The next activity was to help the kids create English sentences with the following prompts: Who, What, When, and What if. To wrap up the day's activities the kids created a Group Six team banner using arts and crafts.


The most challenging thing I found was the inability to communicate with the children. Each time I opened my mouth the children looked at me dumbfounded. The other volunteers were able to interact with Cantonese I found myself constantly muted and having to use basic body language as a form of communication. It was actually quite frustrating as I felt a sense of helplessness trying to find out what the kids were doing and thinking. One of the things that grabbed my attention was the amount of energy they possessed and how fleeting their attention span was at times. They were constantly doing something, one minute working hard, the next minute being distracted by something seemingly insignificant. By the end of the day I was completely exhausted and had a new found respect for primary school teachers.


Our day ended with a candid sharing session about our first day's experiences: the children, the work, their attitudes and the various difficulties and surprises. A delicious dinner was served downstairs and the volunteers again heartily wolfed down the food; famished by a combination of hyperactive children and the cooler than expected climate. Proceeding dinner we prepared the Christmas Bonfire for the ceremonial cooking of the potatoes and the exchange of our gifts. We checked into Ching Hing Hotel and a group of us wandered around town looking for provisions and the odd snack. We stumbled across a restaurant that served dog meat and unanimously continued our search. Buggered, I retired early and practically fell asleep the instant my head hit the pillow.

Friday 9 December 2011

Lucky Draw

I can't ever say "I never win anything" anymore.



Tuesday 6 December 2011

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At this moment in time, my building, Grandview Gardens is being serviced by two Internet/TV providers. The notorious i-Cable and the expat-friendly PCCW/Netvigator/Now TV. The limitations are as such:

Options iCable PCCW/NOW
Price Starts from 75 HKD/month Starts from 218 HKD
Bandwidth 10 MB*, 50 MB*, 110 MB* 8 MB
Contract 18 months 18 months
TV i-Cable TV - Has EPL Now TV - more expat friendly
Others Reputation for Bad customer service Horrible Now TV UI

The main difference between the two providers is that i-Cable can decouple their Internet from their TV offerings, whilst PCCW you have to get both. The other difference is, the bandwidth, this is not as simple as comparing apples to apples. PCCW offer a dedicated ADSL line to each customer. Whereas, i-Cable offers a fibre service to the building that is shared among all i-Cable users within the building. The draw card is that there is the "potential" for a larger bandwidth.


So heeding the warnings and opting for the higher bandwidth service I sign with i-Cable hoping that I will never have to deal with their customer service. For those who are interested, I signed for 50 MB line with Cable TV, initial Hong Kong server speedtest.net results are above. Online! Time to clear that backlog of blog posts.

Update:
  • London server: Ping 632 ms, Download - 1.30 Mbps, Upload - 0.42 Mbps
  • San Francisco server: Ping 174 ms, Download - 1.94 Mps, Upload - 3.58 Mbps
  • Seoul server: Ping 91 ms, Download - 2.54 Mbps, Upload - 7.68 Mbps
  • Sydney server: Ping 345 ms, Download - 1.34 Mpbs, Upload - 0.65 Mpbs

Connection can be intermittent - still undecided if I made the right decision going with iCable ...


Sunday 4 December 2011

Curtains

The impending news of having visitors and guests at my new place has prompted me to begin the non-essential furnishing of my apartment. Everything outside of Bed is qualified as 'non-essential' in that I don't really need it. The first thing that comes to mind is sorting out the curtain/blind situation in my apartment. For the longest period I have been flashing my junk to the world as I step out of the shower, so curtains in the bathroom. The second place is the living room and some kind of privacy and more importantly blocking out light.

Whenever I need to get anything done in Hong Kong I follow the common Google query, "Something something in Hong Kong" and voila! This Time "Where to buy curtains in Hong Kong" pointed me in the direction of Queen's Road East, Wan Chai. This particular stretch of Wan Chai has at least 10 different curtain stores, with consistent prices. I eventually ended up at a curtain store in Yau Ma Tei where prices were a couple hundred dollars cheaper than the Hong Kong Island stores. From there I ordered two sets of venetian blinds and a piece of material.


Piece of material I hear you say? Just the material I hear the Curtain lady say? So after ordering the two venetian blinds I figured I might as well inquire about the small 50 cm x 70 cm curtain that I needed made for my bathroom. 220 HKD, for her to run a piece of cloth through a sewing machine four times? I had just bought a 150 x 150 cm and a 80 x 120 cm set of venetian blinds for 1200 HKD. I usually have an instinct for getting ripped off, and this reeked of highway robbery.

"How much for just the material?"
"100 HKD"
"Good, I'll take just the material."
"Just the material?"
"Yea, I'll make the curtains myself?"

This was met by confused looks and what can be best described as shock. "Ok ok, two hundred"...

I look at the material lying on the floor wishing I had just paid the hundred HKD and wasn't so stubborn and begin to investigate how to "sew" things without a sewing machine. The answer is Liquid Stitching or Fabric Glue, both which are impossible to find in Hong Kong. Thankfully the arrival of my dad from Sydney also brought with him the required tools to assemble my curtain.


The best part is, with that fabric, I ended up making two curtains for a hundred HKD. Win.

Friday 25 November 2011

Thanksgiving

"I'm thankful for ..." her attempts to get the the "Give thanks" process under way was met by stiff resistance. It oozed thick, gooey sappiness and people were scared of the openess of the forum it was to be delivered to. After all, a lot of the people here had only met each other this evening and I could already see people diving into the recesses of 2011 searching for a list of items to be thankful for. In the end, we never gave thanks, I think this relieved the 20 odd person crowd. I was secretly kind of hoping to see how this cringe moment would unfold. It looks like I'll have to keep my 'thanks' private for at least another year. I had my list ready, I say list because the rule is, you're not allowed to repeat what somebody else has given thanks for.

I find it difficult to sit and type this entry. My breathing is laboured. I'm not drunk, although it is a similiar form of over consumption. I've eaten too much. My first Thanksgiving in Hong Kong, actually ever, anywhere in the world. This Thanksgiving was hosted by a couple of American friends and what a memorable Thanksgiving it was! Turkey, stuffing, gravies, sauces, pumpkin bread (oh, that divine pumpkin bread), pumpkin pie, pecan pie, apple pie, ice cream and brownies. It's an affair riddled with food, drinks and laughter. Bliss, I can see why it's such a big thing State side.


Anyways, my thanks would have gone a little something like this: Im thankful for the delicious pumpkin recipes, seriously you have to try the Pumpkin Bread. I'm thankful to be spending my very first Thanksgiving with such a great group of people. Sappy yes, true yes. I'm thankful to be settled here in Hong Kong, a new chapter and new adventures. Finally, I'm thankful for great friends old and new and family thank I now see more in Asia than I did after 3 years in the UK.


What I'm not thankful for is the really uncomfortable feeling from overeating. I've burped at least 10 times and each time a little bit of food resurfaces from reflux. Gluttony, we meet again. Happy Thanksgiving!

Sunday 20 November 2011

Dance Flashmob

You can't teach an old dog new tricks. It's so true, the older you get, the harder it is to pick new things up. Sure there's those activities that simply lend themselves for adoption, Bingo, lawn bowls, Tai Chi, but seriously, they're not really new tricks. So at the tender age of 29 I take my first lesson in dance. I can genuinely say that I have issues learning how to dance especially in the contemporary format. It's a strange outer body experience dancing in front of a mirror watching the instructor, then watching yourself and your non-compliant body. Smooth, beautiful dancing. Rigid, disobedient moving. Learning to dance at this age is a strange phenomenon as you will your body to do things that is just completely foreign. Actually, it's probably more because I'm unco-ordinated but it has taken me two rehersal sessions to get the 4-5 second dance routine memorised.

You might ask why am I even going to dance school? Why? The answer is simple, to realise my dreams and feature as an extra in a Pop Music Video! That's right! Backup dancer, me! It's laughable but an enjoyable day with the highlight being apart of a mini flash mob in the middle of Hong Kong. We crossed one of the busiest roads in Hong Kong on a Sunday morning, only to break out into a choreographed dance routine.

9 am to 7 pm, those are work hours and for a lot of the film and stage crew this was work. All the filming, break time and retakes were an eye-opener to the industry. The chores of shooting and re-shooting, from different perspectives, with different lighting, and most importantly, different angles. It was a long day featuring three main shoots:

1). Flash mob Dance Routine outside Sogo on Hennessy Road, Causeway Bay.
2). Street scene, random dancing on a side street.
3). Club scene - typical Hip Hop club video, models, bottles and of course plenty of smoke.


No animals were harmed in the filming of this clip although the agenda for such a music clip is to promote the the upcoming 2012 movie, Supercapitalist. Watch this space, I'll try to find a cut of the final music video.

Monday 7 November 2011

Can you tell me how to get ....

Hong Kong is one unbelievably efficient city. The city's public transport system hums like a well-oiled machine with tires, tracks and engines purposefully pumping people around Hong Kong like blood through the arteries. I would go as far as saying that Hong Kong is spoilt with transport options. Trains, buses, mini-buses, private cars, ferries, trams, the trusty Crown Comfort Taxi and finally not forgetting that there's a bloody escalator pushing pedestrians up and down a mountain; like a factory conveyor belt. It comes as no surprise, that it takes less than 50 minutes from sitting at my office desk to be sitting outside the Gate 22 of Hong Kong International Airport waiting to board my flight.

My first time to Jakarta. Reminds me a little of Malaysia. The best thing about it all is that they have an abudnace of US food chains: Kenny Rogers, Krispy Kremes and Dunkin' Donuts; Junk food I've sorely missed.


Part of the reason to visit is because I've never been, but also to visit a close university friend and his young family. It's his daughter's first Birthday and all the Hong Kong uncles were making a stop over for the Sesame Street themed gig. As with most weekend trips, this would include the regulatory weekend nightlife exploration: Blowfish, Stadium and Immigration some of the local haunts we headed to. It's a strange feeling to have a friend tell you he needs to go home because he "needs to wake up early to look after his daughter" and it becomes more apparent when there's two of you sitting outside the hotel vomiting in front of the security guards. The real juxtaposition is the Saturday morning, balloons, cakes, giant cut out Seasame Street figures, mothers, screaming kids and us; a bunch of hungover uncles. That period of my life just seems so far away.

"Can you tell me how to get, how to get to Seasame Street?"

Wednesday 2 November 2011

Moving day

This apartment hunt has dragged me to all the nooks and crannies of Central Hong Kong. It has been an adventure that has led me down urine spilled alleyways, up the stairwells of nameless walk-up properties and countless journeys on the Mid-levels escalator. The upside is that I now have a familiarity with Hong Kong and the various stairwells, streets, buildings and shortcuts in and around Central.

My conversations have, for the most part followed a typical schematic. It started off with "Have you found a job?", eventually moving to "Have you found an apartment?" to finally "How's your new place?". It's funny, but you would think that after sleeping on a couch for such a long time I would have moved out immediately. This has not been the case. Despite having the keys in my possession for over a week I still haven't moved into my new place. The truth is that I have been waiting for the delivery of my mattress so I have a place to sleep (as opposed to a pile of clothes), but also deep down I know that I'm having stouts of separation anxiety. Anxiety derived from having to say goodbye to my friends and the living room that has been nothing short of hospitable over the last seven months. I take a look at the room that has housed me and say goodbye to the friends that I have seen almost every waking hour. There's a sadness and an appropriate slowness as I collect my belongings and leave.

I quickly snap out of this melancholic daze as it dawns on me that my apartment is not even a 10 minute walk away.  I enter my new apartment block and take the lift up to the eleventh floor. I approach the door which has a lightly brushed oak finish, to be honest, I hardly recognise it, it's been some time since I was last here. I turn the key, there's no click, no chambers moving, I turn it the other way, still nothing. This leads to some frenetic jiggling. My bag slides from my shoulder and I use two hands to work the key into the keyhole. Just as I'm about to prop my leg up against the door frame the door opens. A head sticks out from inside "Can, I, erh, help you?". A reasonable question. Especially considering that I'm bent over with my key in their door. "This isn't Apartment C is it?" I ask. "Nope, C's that one." indicating to the adjacent door. That explains everything, "... Hi, I'm your new neighbour!".

In other news, my housemate this week found out that his company MF Global after 250 years has filed for bankruptcy. It's alarming that a company whose roots date back further than the discovery of Australia can be taken down in the space of a year. The 8th largest Bankruptcy in history and the first US casualty of the European Sovereign Debt Crisis. So as the the Greeks head into referendum and the world slowly falls apart I look forward to nothing more than sleeping in my own bed.

Tuesday 25 October 2011

A spanner in the proverbial works

Unimpeded views of one of the most famous skylines in the world. Close to the escalator. Swimming pool, basketball court and onsite Karaoke room. Enough room to swing a cat, a large jungle cat. As you may have guessed I am not talking about my new apartment but the in fact the three bedroom apartment sourced by my two mates. The irony is, they were shown this place 1 week after I signed my contract, it's like a cruel prank played by the Hong Kong Rental Gods. Yet another instance where I am faced with a dilemma, stick with the new one bedroom or go along for ride and live in the Mansion.

So I draw up a table, "Pros" on one side "Cons" on the others. Cheaper rent, pro of a shared household. Complete privacy, pro of living alone. Living with two very close friends, pro of a shared household. Feeling like a recluse, con of living alone. Need to buy furnishings, con of living alone. They won't move out until January, pro of living alone. Not having to worry about how I get home, pro of a shared household. Ability to walk around the house naked, I mean freedom, pro of living alone.

The repercussions of prematurely ejecting from my contract would be to forfeit my two months deposit. Which will probably will offset any savings made by sharing rent/bills. It's a tough decision. However, since they don't have plans to move out until January 2012 I have decided that for the next few months, I'll experience and enjoy my time being that naked recluse.

Saturday 22 October 2011

Bierfest 2011

Exhibiting the same traits of many imitation products that roll out from the countless Chinese Factories it's similiar, behaves and feels the same but just lacks the tact and quality of the genuine article. The steins aren't quite the right size, nor is the fact that it's actually in October. Oktoberfest, Hong Kong style!


Tuesday 18 October 2011

Leased

Congratulations, they say. It's almost preposterous to think that I have seen over one hundred properties (84 single and 26 triple living arrangements). This isn't the first place that I've made an offer for, but it is the first place that the landlord has come back agreeing to my offer. One bedroom, unfurnished, open kitchen, oven, bright , modern and relatively central. I've met with the landlords, they don't speak much English, I don't speak much Cantonese. The contract, I sign. The deposit, 2 months rent for a two year contract with a one year break clause. Even then I still had hesitations, it's by no means my ideal apartment, I don't think I'll ever find that. But this little shoebox of a property will probably be as close as I can get with my budget and patience threshold. Congratulations, indeed.


First and foremost I need to buy a bed, once that's sorted I'll be looking to move out. I have most definitely overstayed my welcome, but it's been an excellent time living with two very close friends. Plenty of fun times, plenty of TV series and plenty of sport. Still I can't imagine how it feels to come home to me, the guy sleeping in the living room. Since I have started working, I've been helping out with the bills, chipping in for  electricity, water, gas and the helper. Still, how do I even begin to repay these guys?

"Spend a little more on your bed and shoes, because that's what you spend the most time in" - Heng, quoting somebody.

Saturday 8 October 2011

Mainland

Sneaky weekend trip over to China for the weekend. 1200 HKD Express China Visa and a short coach ride over the border to Shenzhen for an evening of spas and massages, followed by a day wake boarding at the Dongguan Water Park. The thing I look forward to the most about traveling is sleeping in a proper bed.




Thursday 29 September 2011

Level 8

"What does that mean?" I ask, still half asleep. "It means it's too dangerous to go outside. There's no work or school today." my house mate says. "Really? Then why are you getting ready for work?" I quiz. "Just because Hong Kong is closed doesn't mean the rest of Asia is!" he shoots back. My first Typhoon Level 8.  I had heard all about Hong Kong's infamous Black Rain and Typhoon warnings but I was really curious to see what all the fuss was about.

Splashing water on my face, I lumber downstairs to the apartment foyer, I'm still wearing my PJs. I say good morning to the concierge and begin looking for any clues that might suggest today is no ordinary day. To my disappointment the glass doors aren't boarded up, there's no carnage outside, no Mary Poppins impersonators, no stash of non-perishable goods, not even a security guard to warn people about the perils outside. The sky is unusually darker, wait a minute, why is the concierge even in this early? Then I see it, the one difference. There, in the middle of the glass door is an A4 laminate sign confirming what I had heard earlier. Category 8 Typhoon.


So, back to my question. What does Level 8 Typhoon mean? Like with most things in society we rate weather conditions based on a scale. Rain in Hong Kong is done by colours (Black, Red and Amber) the typhoon system is a number between one and ten. One being good, ten being bad and eight being the level that deems it too dangerous to be outdoors. I stick my head the door. It feels a little breezier, perhaps even a little warmer than usual.


Deciding I had nothing better to do I head back upstairs, get dressed and head to work. People here in Hong Kong really take the whole "no work" thing seriously. It's like a ghost town. I peer down the street, there's not a single car and I cross the road without paying attention to the traffic lights. There's the odd person walking to work, majority of them are expats who are in walking distance to work. The atmospheric conditions aren't bad, the clouds are ominous and it's ridiculously dark but other than some wind it's fine. I guess the Hong Kong Government doesn't want to take any risks with Tropical Cyclone Nesat.


Work is just as quiet, only the traders, couple of the Middle Office and a few support guys sit in the office. I ask them why they've bothered to come into work. "I have nothing to do at home. I'd probably just sit in front of the PC, figure I might as well come in and do some work. Plus it's free lunch whenever there's a level 8".

Sunday 25 September 2011

Little Lion Man

Oddly enough, I still look forward to work each day, which means one of two things, either I'm enjoying work, or, I'm not really working. Both are questionable but I really hope it's the former, then again it has only been 7 weeks. Now, as each day passes, the tag of being the 'new guy' slowly disappears and I can no longer plead ignorance or use the excuse of unfamiliarity. I'm expected to know.

The work learning curve exponentially surges on and there has not been a day when I've not learnt something new. Despite becoming more attuned to the processes and the mounting responsibilities I still find juggling it all a major headache.

Previously, my old company was very liberal in getting things done, there was freedom and if something needed to be done, you as an individual could go out and make the changes. Now being apart of management, there's a lot more (I don't want to say it) bureaucracy and process control. I am slowly becoming more used to the procedure and learning to let go of the fact if there's something that needs to be done, I need to tell somebody to do it as opposed to getting my own hands dirty. Still, it feels strange when I look at my business card. That's me, that's what I do?

"Take all the courage you have left. Wasted on fixing all the problems you made in your head" - Mumford & Sons

Sunday 18 September 2011

Absolutely Rental

When it comes to the priorities of settling down in a new country I would say occupation or a steady income is probably the most important. Coming in at a close second would be accommodation. This is where I still feel very dishevelled or very uncomfortable.

Waking each morning from a couch and living from a suitcase is no means a settled lifestyle. In fact, I feel about as comfortable as I imagine the UBS Rogue Trader felt the moment he found out about the Swiss Franc ceiling. Not to say that the accommodation hasn't been anything short of first class. I've had a huge living room, a cushy leather couch, broadband internet, a custom-made sheep rug and a massive 55" TV at my disposal. It's just I feel I've over welcomed my stay. Overstayed by six months. I have been here since the beginning of April! April, that was almost 2 seasons ago! That has got to be some record of dossing. I can already see all the chiropractors salivating at the thought of my mangled spine. It's not just my spine, think about the actual people who I'm staying with, I've become apart of the furniture.

Which probably makes you wonder, why haven't I moved out yet? Well, that's a very good question. Which is probably summed up best by describing the current Hong Kong Property Market. Shit. Succinct and deliberate. The market is so inflated it has forced buyers back into the rental market, which of course is saturated with tenants and a huge deficiency of properties. Basic supply and demand suggest that the prices can only do one thing, that is go up. Properties will appear and disappear in the market within a matter of hours. I might receive a call in the morning "I have a place which I think is perfect for you, do you want to view it this evening?" only to receive a follow up call a couple of hours later "Sorry, it was just leased, I'll keep looking for you". I originally had had an idea of what budget and what I could expect in return based on friend's experiences in the last year. However, speaking with property agents it appears prices on rental market have increased in the last 12 months - in some cases more than 25 percent!

With a budget and a will I have engaged the rental scene, viewing apartments in the Central, Mid-Levels and Sheung Wan area. This region of Hong Kong is extremely popular with foreigners, with a huge proportion of expat tenants occupying the high density area. Three weeks in and I've seen a lot of places but nothing that I can comfortably call home. I didn't really experience this in London as I was always flat-sharing, but Hong Kong is a different beast. Price per square foot, space efficiency rating, club facilities and city views are all factors in determining how much you will pay. I've seen Studios, 1 bedders, 2 bedders, walk-ups, tiny kitchens with a 1 stove elements, Hong Kong style wet-kitchens and bedrooms that barely fit a double bed. It makes London look spacious, it makes Australia look wasteful.

It's hard not to feel discouraged after seeing so many incompatible places yet I continue to arrange viewings each night after work. According to agents an average person will see anywhere between 5-10 places before they decide to sign the contract. I have seen at least 40 different places and don't feel like I'm getting close. The agents always try the hard sell saying that my budget and requirements aren't aligned. I give a non-committed answer and tell them that I'll think about it knowing that a decision has already been made. I figured if I'm going to be there for a year I might as well wait.

Am I too picky? Am I looking for something that doesn't exist? Does the thought of commitment cloud my judgement? These are questions I often ask myself, usually directed at relationships as opposed to property - uh, at least I'm consistent. Until then, I continue with the viewings and get comfortable with the idea of sleeping on the couch for a little bit longer ...

Thursday 25 August 2011

Care Package

Couple of familiar faces and familiar snacks passing through Hong Kong.

Saturday 13 August 2011

August: Week in review

It has been a very interesting last couple of days. My 6 months of unemployment sadly comes to an end with my first week at work. It's nice to have a little routine back in my life and the difficulties of waking up each day slowly returns. Starting a new job is always the most tedious period. Learning about the different functions that each person contributes and the interaction they will eventually have with your role. Making first impressions and gauging personality types and of course just remembering people's names. I'm terrible with people's names and the problem with starting a new job is that you meet so many people in a short period of time. Thankfully I've been given a seating chart with all the names. Then there's the hassle of setting up email/access accounts and just getting used to the system. At the end of the first week I still don't have a computer. An IT professional without a PC, I'm good, but I'm not that good.

Work aside, I have finally opened a Hong Kong bank account and applied for my HKID. Still, there's so many outstanding things that I need to sign up for. This week also marks my very first live performance in Hong Kong, The Red Hot Chilli Peppers. Surprisingly entertaining gig and almost every single expat in Hong Kong made the journey out to Asia World Expo to see them live.

In other parts of the world, the UK has been hit by a ravaging gang of morons wrecking havoc through London 'burbs. Quite a surreal feeling hearing about areas in London and seeing images on the news. Meanwhile in the United States, America has had its Credit Rating downgraded to AA+, first time since 1941. This has rocked economic confidence which has reflected in the global markets. Quite an interesting start to the new role with a broker.

"Where I go I just don't know, I got to got to gotta take it slow" - Red Hot Chilli Peppers

Tuesday 9 August 2011

Sponsored!

One way to validate a Hong Kong Visa. Exit and re-enter the country via Macau.

"Next!" I step up to the counter and carefully slide my navy blue passport book under the Perspex window. The silver emboss of the Australian Coat of Arms catches the fluorescent light in the hall. Taking the passport the immigration officer flips to the front page and stares at my photo. She looks up and scans my face. She flicks to my Employment Visa. Again, she looks up at me, this time comparing the photo to what stands before her. I flash a smile. She smiles. Stamp. Stamp. Stamp. My passport is returned and chime "Mh goi".

And that folks, will be the last time I'll line up in the "Other Passports" line when entering Hong Kong. I'm officially a Hong Kong Sponsored resident. First day of work tomorrow, can't wait!

Monday 8 August 2011

Cambodian Consumption

We would ultimately get sick of eating Cambodian food. This was probably due to not having local intel of where and what to eat. That being said we indulged in our fair share of Cambodian delicacies.

Khmer Dipping sauces
Forgot the name of this lamb dish?
Amok Curry
Fresh Food Markets
Street Side Roast Beef with suspect fresh Vegetables
Khmer Curry
Beef Lok Lak with Fries
Banana Pancakes
Cambodian Baguette
Rice Noodle Soup
Complimentary Casino Congee
Local Brew