A long post to last you through the next few months in which you will have nothing to read here

 I spent a week in Hong Kong with the love of my life and we rode all the modes of public transport together until the sun set and ate fried chicken every day for breakfast after waking up late in each-other's embrace, because that is what you do when you are truly in love.

 Here are some other things I did during my loved up week (OH TO BE YOUNG!):

– Took a cable-car out with Tara and Anusha to see the largest sitting bronze Buddha at Ngong Ping, Lantau Island. Except, upon arriving at the island and seeing the queue for the cable-car to get back to civilisation (have you ever googled "Long tape-worm"? Because that is exactly what this line looked like, if the scale was 1mm:1person), we decided to promptly hop into line rather than make the trek to the Buddha. We had photographic pamphlets; was the real thing necessary?



-Trekked Lamma Island with Tara and Anusha. This was the day when I thought I would actually pass out from heat stroke or accidentally plunge off the side of a cliff when my friends were taking photos of shrubbery, and then they'd probably be like: "Oh, she must have walked ahead," and then my body would be eaten by dolphins before anybody suspected a thing. But neither of those things happened, so I guess that's good. My untested fitness up until that point proved a few things: One, there's nothing more motivational than a promised sea food lunch when you have to journey across an island and two, never underestimate the power of mentally replacing the head of your friends jogging ahead of you with food.



–This is me tying my shoelace. Life skillzzz!



–This is Tara being so attractive that I couldn't physically capture her face on film. This is a public responsibility I must take in order to prevent the general population (read: blog readers) from withering away into hot pools of desire.

–One night, Aimee (previously referred to in this post as "the love of my life") and I saw a drunken man stumble down the steep hills of Lan Kwai Fong and fall flat onto his face onto a street corner before passing out and being taken away by an ambulance. You know that thud of flesh against concrete that can never mean any good? Yeah, that happened. There's nothing funny about being off your face and walking home by yourself, let alone doing so on a crazy ass incline, also known as the hills of Hong Kong.

–I spent the week in a tiny flat in Central along with Aimee and her two flat mates. My reflex is to describe them as lovely as that's how I often describe people who are cool. Oh wait, I'll just say they are cool then.  One of their most entertaining past times is yelling silly things out their window in the middle of the night to give club goers a fright (am I a poet or what!?). This sounds abusive in words but it 100% was not.



–This is Aimee and Marcus, one of her flat mates.



–This is Aimee being Aimee



–On Halloween, I went clubbing in a place where there were more people taking photos of/filming club goers than there were actual club goers. I will tip my hat to the photographers though because whereever they pointed their lens, they managed to make shy kids in the corner become grinding club stars. I couldn't dance to the DJ's tunes so asked her whether she was planning to play any hip-hop/r'n'b. "I'm Swedish. I only play house," was her reply.



–This is a building I have forgotten the name of

–I would like to end this post by letting Australian shoppers know that they are missing out on a fuckload of affordable, decent quality, great-looking clothes (if they didn't know that already) because they do not have access to COS, Uniqlo, Muji and Monki.