....the going really just gets easy.
17.05.2012 29 °C
After an after lunch walk, K. and I spent the rest of the evening ranting and laughing. My stamina was still a bit lousy, jet lag was beating me slowly. His couch is barely six feet long, a fact he stresses to each of his selected guests. If the requesting guest is toot all, he or she will be rejected. K. has no qualms with rejecting about anyone who doesn't meet his standards. In fact, he is proud of his selectivity; a beaming pride that gets to my head a little bit, feeling fortunate to be his guest while being aware his criticality is both an asset and a deterrent. K. doesn't count on being everybody's friend, a view that in some ways is more realistic than the facebook-esque "look at all the friends I have" social construct. And K. criticizes facebook for it's shortcomings in regards to real human connections. Nothing to disagree with.
The short couch isn't short enough to prevent me from crashing while K. cooks.
Waking up to dinner has a similar effect to opening a birthday present. The only difference is your taste buds (or your brain?) can't catch up to the wonderful things happening in your mouth. Sleepily, I pick up the chopsticks and nibble. Rice, tomato and a savory salmon slightly overcooked. K. managed, and dinner goes smoothly. Rather than staying home to make digestion, K. suggests we walk.
The night air is still muggy, but a lot cooler than earlier. Following my host, I walk through shopping malls galore. This is how Hong Kongers do it. To avoid the humid air, many areas of the city can be traversed entirely through malls. Since Hong Kong is a tax free region, it is a shopper's paradise. So clearly, I'm far from my own personal Shangri La. But if any paradisiac attribute can be found in shopping malls, it is air conditioning, and K. and revel in it for ten minutes before heading towards a walkway on the bay.