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….
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.
In Hong Kong the average working week is 6 days so once you’ve had a Sunday morning lie-in, there’s not much of your weekend left. As I mentioned in my last post, I’m not a morning person so my Sunday lie-in usually leaves just enough time to change into a different pair of pyjamas. This weekend, however, we decided to see more than one 9 o’clock in a day and go for a hike.
I’m not a morning person and I doubt that’s going to change in a hurry. This means that during the working week I’m barely awake in time to shower, let alone feed myself more than a cereal bar hurriedly on my way to the MTR. Not on the MTR obviously, I’m no rebel. This clashes with another part of my personality because I am definitely a breakfast person. Luckily the Christmas break gave me some time to pile on the festive pounds and sample what Hong Kong has to offer in the breakfast sector. These are my favourite finds so far…
I was very naïve moving to Hong Kong and basing my pre-travel assumptions on the China I’ve seen on TV. Hong Kong is not what I was expecting which is both a blessing and a curse. It’s busy, it’s noisy and it’s claustrophobic – not quite the Zen experience I had built up in my mind. But it’s busy and noisy because it’s exciting – there’s so much going on it can be difficult to know where to start.
I’ve entered the rat race. After 3 years of self-employment, I get up at 6.30(ish), commute for an hour, work 9-5, sign out, go home and receive my healthy regular, stable income at the end of the month. My freelancing past-self is screaming at me, cringing at all the times I said I’d never give it up. But I did and, for the most part, I have no regrets.