Wednesday continued –
I notice I am more discerning on what I post while I am here. At “home,” I post whatever comes up, but here I seem to think something more is needed or involved. Part of that is my cheapness. I am only willing to pay for one hour of on-line time a day, so I don’t have the ease of popping on and off, but part of it may be a different way of noticing what I perceive as possibly interesting to you. I cannot express all of this, or maybe it is that I am not clear what I am feeling, so I give you little nips.
Each moment seems so precious, and it certainly does when I am at home, but there is something about knowing I have a chance to observe a place that is far away culturally and physically that has me super-alert, and in that, less inclined to blurt. I sit straighter too, except when I am exhausted and then, I sink slowly, slowly until I am caught by sleep.
Right now I am awake and waiting for my meeting with Yvonne. I continue to read A Sense of Place, Great Travel Writers Talk about Their Craft, Lives, and Inspiration. It points out to me that I do not have the intention of craft in what I communicate here. What is my intention? Perhaps it is to oil global understanding, to point out how friendly people are here, how enriched my day seams with care and smiles, to continue to stress the importance of peace, while knowing there are many ways to split this earthly pie.
Rick Steves write of travel as more than a shopping trip, as instead a way to not “dumb down.” He uses his travel books to bring poetry to the American people, to enrich. He thinks more connection is allowing each country to better proclaim their differences in a positive way. In 2004, the Reichstag building opened in
When I see the infrastructure here in Hong Kong, I compare it to the United States and continue to imagine what we might have if we were spending what we spend on war on building roads, trains, tunnels, schools, and paying teachers well, well, well. We could example global connection by strengthening our own country first. That seems to be what other countries are doing. It seems like common sense.
So, it is late afternoon and I am returned from my
Lunch, which was delicious, was $5.00 for the two of us. Of course, you bring your own Kleenex for napkin and toilet paper and, for elimination, you squat over a hole and pull a cord, but, is any more needed than that? I bought enough freesias at the Flower Mart to fill three vases, well, water glasses, for $1.50. We traveled for our bargains by well-used and crowded subway to the Flower District and Ladies Market of
I noticed that when the sun came out so did the umbrellas. Women shade their skin. Yvonne told me they sell skin lightening creams here, but no bronzers and nothing to accelerate or promote a tan. Pale skin is beautiful and valued here, so we rugged Californians probably don’t do as well in the beauty department in
Yvonne, who is from Switzerland, lives on the south side of the island, in
It seems everything is here. Yvonne says they don’t feel island-bound, and it is easy to travel if you do. Last night as we were eating, I looked around. The place was filled with Asians, and yet, nothing is really that different from home. Perhaps what is most clear is friends and family are what matters, and pets, too. We miss Tiger and Bella, and I hear from Wendy that they miss us too.
I love to travel and I continue to see that it is the inner journey that matters, how we meet what comes, what presents, and how we create what tests.
Thursday awakens now. Boats are moving. Cars, busses, and taxis are bringing people to work. The subways are clean and efficient, though crowded. All seems to work in this
I spoke with Yvonne about Michael Moore and his movie Sicko. She pointed out that yes, Europeans have incredible health care, but that it is sometimes more than they need and they pay an incredible percentage of their income in taxes. It seems that we could stop being a bully around the world, and then have universal health care and no increased taxes, or perhaps increased taxes on the very wealthy. There is no sales tax in Hong Kong and I’m not sure how the infrastructure is funded, but Yvonne is very clear that she, her husband and daughter live differently here than they could in