Sunday, 27 December 2015

Soho, Hong Kong: #ootd

hong kong, soho, ootd, topshop, monki, jamie jeans
ootd, central
nostalgia (n). a sentimental longing or wistful affection for a period in the past.

A throwback post has commenced as I'm officially on home soil for Christmas. Merry belated Christmas and hello to you, England! You look the same as when I last left you. The past couple of months since I finished my work contract has been crazy busy (in a good 'be a manic tourist and do everything you can thats possible before you go home' way) and next thing I know, I'm on a 18 hour plane journey to Heathrow, ready to be greeted by my parents who I hadn't seen in 15 whole months. Damn, Hong Kong; why d'ya have to be so far away?

So, pictures are circa pre Hong Kong summer time, a developing humid mess: do not wear jeans in May. Don't do it, unless you want to break out in a sweat the moment you walk out of the door. I had a rare day off to spend exploring aimlessly with Sharon dans la Soho. I can't actually remember fulfilling anything particularly life changing but I remember the goal of the day was to visit as many bookshops as we possibly could because we're so exciting. Soho is next to Central and accessible by the mid levels escalator, the longest outdoor escalator in the world. (look at me, pretending I know everything)

Soho is pretty similar to Central's night life area but slightly more high-end and an expat/ tourist hub for cultural food and bars. I miss this place and its vibes so much. Even with all its never-ending steps and steep hills; I don't know if England night life will ever be the same. There were two restaurants in Soho which I couldn't help returning to on multiple occasions. First was 'The Nile Egyptian Flavours' on Hollywood Road. (note: their baba ghanoush was to die for) Secondly, I loved 'Life', a vegetarian restaurant, situated on the steep Shelley Street. Somebody cook me an 'African Stew' please.

soho, hong kong, vegetarian food

{ Lynnie Zulu printed crop top, Monki
High Rise Jamie jeans, Topshop
Cut out shoes, Topshop
Sunglasses, Argyle Centre, Mong Kok
Backpack, New Town Plaza, Mong Kok }

Friday, 2 October 2015

City of Dreams: Macau.

Takin' it back a year. Macau is a magical place; a Disneyland for grown-ups almost. If you're into gambling and whatnot. A ferry trip away and you'll be ushered out into a myriad of dreamy and plush hotels with its casinos and high end restaurants/ retailers. I won't pretend I'm an expert at Macau but it's definitely a place worth visiting for picturesque moments and a nice break from the Hong Kong lifestyle, even if gambling's not your scene. I won't pretend I know how to do any of that. In fact, I'd be pretty awful at it all.
soho macau

Not sure if it was beginner's luck or what but I definitely came out of that casino $59 richer. I'll put it on beginner's luck. Moving on, I don't have many pictures to hand but we ventured out into the urban town centre, which is a nice contrast from the gambling hub of Macau. It's much more traditional and represents the architectural legacies of the city pretty well. Cobbled pavings, monuments and plentiful of top delicacies such as beef jerky and Portuguese tarts. Always say yes to the po tart! One  of my best university friends, Cristina is from Macau and it's really surreal to visit her home-town and experience the different culture that she grew up in comparison to life in the UK. 


I'll be going back in November and staying overnight at the Galaxy Hotel as part of my end-of-work celebrations. Maybe I'll be a pro Blackjack player by this point. Até mais, Macau!

Playsuit,  Forever 21
Bag, Korean Boutique in Nan Fung Plaza, Hang Hau }

Monday, 7 September 2015

Sai Kung.

Welcome to my humble abode. Hebe Haven, situated in Sai Kung; home to expats, fresher air and plenty of picturesque harbours. For the past year, I've been living in a semi spacious crack den amongst other quaint-like village housing alongside one of my best pals, Sharon plus the occasional uninvited guest in the form of a friendly green gecko now and again, so that's lovely. I don't care if they eat all the mosquitos, please leave the premises and stop lurking on my shower curtain. (I can tick shower with lizard off my bucket list. Brave soul or desperately tired, cannot decipher) No, it's not really a crack den at all but we've penned the name due to its messy nature and hair rugs. I enjoy our nightly karaoke sessions and pretending we're in LKF whipping our nae nae- it's basically a 7-day sleepover club and I'm going to miss Big Shaz very much when we part our ways. 

hong kong, travel

In other news, I am a 23 year old sleeping in a bunk bed. I used to have a bunk-bed buddy, Paige- but she left me in January and joined alliance with her colleagues in hippy Lamma Island so I've sadly gone solo but alas, I quite enjoy the Harry Potter-like cupboard under the stairs feeling with my little shelf. I can't believe how interesting I must sound. 

So blue.
A five minute bus journey away and we're at Sai Kung's 'town' centre, where you'll find many seafood restaurants as well as westernised food haunts (English breakfast heaven below is from a little café called Let's Jam), beaches and it's a very popular junk boat trip destination. I get my monthly dose of Fish and Chips in SK, the only way I seem to be able to channel my British ways. Oh, how I miss my cuppa teas. It's just not the same here. Sai Kung genuinely a really nice place in Hong Kong; just a little bit of a pain when it comes to commuting. I. live. so. far. away. from. life. Three more months, though. Not long at all till my HK adventure is over- feeling pretty nostalgic already typing this.

food, cafe, hong kong, new territories

Friday, 4 September 2015

One year, Hong Kong!

Happy one year in HK to me! Here's to my deserted blog. I took the breather a little bit too literally and I've have been completely consumed by the full time working life and sweating my face off, it seems- eleven months have passed and here I am staring longingly at my empty blog and wondering why I do this. every. single. time. I blame my 5.5 working days. I do.

I really can't believe its well into 2015 (virtually making its way to '16) and I've already witnessed two atmospheric New Years and beyond during my time in busy and humid Hong Kong. I've adapted to the densely populated life style and I feel like I'm a pro at all forms of public transport and navigating myself around the likes of Mong Kok when shopping my face off; which is quite frequently, despite my crazy work commitments. It's really strange knowing that I've already booked my one-way ticket back to England in time for Christmas, but jeeeez. I haven't been home in a year and that is crazy. 

tourist, hong kong, tsim shui tsui, kowloon
Early tourist days: Tsim Shui Tsui/ Avenue of Stars.

I'm officially an English teacher and I go by the name of 'Mister Bel'.  I've stopped correcting them. Mister freaking Bel in the house. My yearly contract is coming to an end and it has been a journey. (cliché much) I'd admit that going from doing nothing to working something crazy like 50 hours a week with one full day off has been hard to adapt to but other than that, it's a pretty easy-going job when I don't have to deal with crying two year old children. I much prefer teaching kids who aren't... well, ya know- in their nappies. Prancing around enthusiastically with my 'hippo and friends' to little toddlers who have absolutely no idea what's going on, for this particular class we offer is genuinely not my idea of fun. I never thought I could actually be capable of doing this type job but I'm pleasantly surprised with my patience... ha. Also, my daily commute from work even contains a ferry ride- who would have thought I'd be catching a boat home from work?


I've realised that kids say/ do funny things and I started to record some of the things they came out with. Admittedly, I need to revive that one. (Do I finish anything?) I had this student once who thought it was okay to lick my knee. He also tried to kiss my face and stood on our unstable IKEA chairs to go in for the kill; except the chair gave way and he ended up plummeting on the floor. Sorry, 5 year old Matthew- no can do.

Sup yo.
What else? This city never sleeps. It was surreal to see couples roaming the streets at 5am having their nightly dose of mango sago during Chinese New Year's festivities whilst receiving money packets from friendly cashiers in the local newsagents. Also, there's just so many people. Now I know why apartment buildings are SO sky-high. Despite living in the middle of nowhere in New Territories with no near accessible MTR station, it is so easy to get around the city and I'll definitely miss that when I return to England. I won't miss having to shout for my bus stop and getting told off by the driver for not shouting loudly enough.

Paige sitting on the bus on her own. 
Imagine living on top floor. 

Just to add some pointless information into my blog; I was mistaken for a A-List actress in a cheap sushi bar. This woman happens to be 41 year old Miriam Cheung. Riiiiight. Maybe this job has seriously aged me. Anyway, I'm innocently searching for my next sushi dish when I notice that somebody's giving me some serious side glance. Next thing I know, she's asking me if I'm an actress; followed by the name. Yep. I'm Miriam. Clutching at my tote bag decorated with cats whilst I eat $8 sushi.

My flatmate, Sharon and I seem to have pretty good luck with the HK celebrity world. If seeing Edison Chen partying alongside Skepta in a seedy LKF club counts. We've managed to somehow 'dougie' alongside Myolie and only last week, we discovered that TVB (tv production company) were lurking outside our flat. We took a deliberate detour around the park to get another glimpse of what could possibly be Bosco Wong. IT WAS. Bosco Wong knows I exist. Life is complete.