For The Girls

I really don't know why I brought a big suitcase and a cabin trolley; as though this is a 2-week trip when the reality is a fraction of that. The girlfriends insist that the cabin trolley will come in handy. WHY? It's not as if I'm doing a truckload of shopping here. If there's anything I'm overdosing on, it'll be food.

It's been so long since I've been in the city. It was a scenic drive from the airport to Central. Hills and high-rise flats dotted the far sides of the roads. It felt strange yet familiar all at once. It feels good.

The virulent flu bug that went around the office got to me. Bad timing to fall ill. I had to sneak out of office earlier to get meds, nap and psyche myself to get better before getting on the plane. The throat burnt. In a bid to soothe it, shots and shots of bird's nest and honey were poured down. I've an arsenal of meds, including antibiotics. But I'm not keen to take it until a fever rages. The body is kept hydrated and seems to be fighting well. I mean, I haven't exactly lost my appetite! Now, the bug's under control and I shouldn't be infectious.

The weather forecast has indicated rain. Plenty of rain, clouds and gloom lurk during this weekend. No wonder the girls called off canoeing and trekking. I don't mind. The blanket of grey makes the city seem so much more romantic.

So why am I in Hong Kong? I'm here to spend some time with my girlfriends. I'm travelling with one and meeting up with others (who're already here and some are flying in). I love it that we're kinda decisive and independent. I haven't seen them for a really long time. This is about the only chance to do so. By hook or by crook, I must turn up in the city this weekend. Jetting up here is much easier to swing than a week in Europe.