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When I’m not traveling (which, contrary to what my Instagram says, is very, very, often), I like to be in bed. Although I am the proud owner of a white table from IKEA with one wobbly leg and the temporary inheritor of an itchy two-seater sofa, under which I’ve carefully laid the rug that looked the least like it came straight from a college grad’s first apartment, the habits that I’ve established …
Day Trip to Lamma Island: The Perfect Way to Relax When Visiting Hong KongRead More
So, you want to visit Victoria Peak. Look, I’m the last person to tell you to do something because it’s awesome and amazing just because it’s the second-most-popular activity on TripAdvisor for a city. Some of those things suck (looking at you, Walk of Stars). Some of them are only fairly good. And only a few of them are as “fun!” and “spectacular!” as Lonely Planet says they are. I would …
How to Visit Victoria Peak: Hong Kong’s Most Popular ViewpointRead More
It takes some real courage to eat local in Hong Kong. It really does. In most restaurants around the world, there’s a modicum of behaviour that you generally come to expect. Someone will greet you. You get to sit with the people you came with. There are napkins somewhere. Rarely, in other parts of the world, do we accept being screamed at, your order being shouted across the restaurant, plates …
Hong Kong Neighborhood Spotlight: Best Local Food in Sheung WanRead More
Growing up, it was about breakfast. My father shook the top of my duvet until I cracked my eyes open - or, if he was feeling funny that morning, would gently place his index finger horizontally across my nostrils, giggling to himself as my eyelids flew open, satisfied that I was sufficiently awake. One day it might be a reheated frozen muffin - a 700- calorie monstrosity from a megapack …
There’s Virtue in Bland Food – Or, How I Found Home in Hong Kong Macaroni SoupRead More
The first night I moved to Hong Kong, I ordered delivery Korean fried chicken and ate it in my room. I cowered inside the bedroom of my serviced apartment, brought a steaming bag of food to the bedroom, lifted the lid of my spicy Korean fried chicken, and ate my first meal of Hong Kong out of cardboard boxes sitting in my bed. That’s right. I went through the effort of creating an account on …
