long time no blog. we still haven't reconnected our internet connection at home. it's really frustrating. you don't realise how much you depend on the net until you don't have it. how did we cope 50 years ago? now there's a scary thought.

so i'm back in london. what's it like being back? it's bloody cold. and not just any cold, but bone chilling cold. luckily the sun's still shining and it's not windy and rainy...yet. it is however getting dark at 4:30pm, and that is just WRONG! screw london winters. screw the weather and lack of sunlight. ok enough complaining - i had an interesting conversation with Sean last night about the concept of expectation. he said that we expect london winters to be cold, so why complain? in other words we knew it was going to be freezing but still made a conscious decision to come and live here - it's not some hidden clause so we should just learn to live with it. that will be my mantra for this winter.

anyway i'm yet to write about my travels in hong kong. let me start by saying at first i was totally frustrated and annoyed that everyone assumed i could speak chinese. i suppose this shouldn't come as a surprise, but it was frustrating nonetheless. i'll post this in a number of parts as there's a lot to tell and no one reads large chunks of texts...well maybe except mum. hi mum!!!! :)

Here's a few photos to start off with:

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city lights overlooking Victoria Harbour

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In the fishing village of Cheung Chau

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