I’ve seen my fair share of temples so I wasn’t sure if there were going to be any on my Tokyo bucket list. After speaking to my friend over dinner I quickly learnt the Meiji Shrine was the place to go. A quick rummage through my Lonely Planet book further backed this opinion and I decided to give it a shot.
The past year has seen me set myself some terrifying challenges. I’ve been pushing myself beyond boundaries I previously couldn’t even hope to reach. One of the biggest struggles for me in recent years has been as simple as being alone. Alone with my own thoughts and my own responsibility. This month I went past that boundary at lightening speed as I travelled to Tokyo completely alone, I truly was flying solo.
As I mentioned before, my friends and I have been planning surprise activities for each other in the run up to our favourite couple leaving. This week it was the final round and my turn, so the pressure was on. I decided to make us tourists for the night and organise doing something we said we’d always do… the Rickshaw Bus.
The past few months have been difficult as we reach the time of year when people start coming and going. A few of my best friends have been leaving and, unfortunately, my favourite fivesome is about to become three. Two of our besties are setting sail for the States and we’re making the most of the time before they go.
So for those of you that don’t know, ‘Grouvly’ sets up three girlfriends with three guyfriends on a mass blind date. I signed up for one recently and it all worked out much better than I thought it would. Here’s a blog post I wrote for them about my experience….
The one thing I miss the most about England (apart from my wonderful family) are the long summer evenings. Sunset varies by about an hour across the year in Hong Kong and we rarely see the sun past 7pm. Luckily the school holidays mean that for four lovely weeks I had the opportunity to head home and enjoy gardens, sunsets, strawberries, carpets, cheese, olives and overpriced train fares.
I’ve never been great at theme parks. There’s no point denying it, I’m a bit of a wuss. Rides just aren’t my cup of tea. Nevertheless when my friends found out I’d lived in Hong Kong and hadn’t yet been to Ocean Park, they were keen to resolve this.
In an attempt to undo some of the damage our holiday in Boracay had done to our bodies, my flatmates and I have become a little obsessed with night hiking – or Niking as we like to call it.