Sitting By The Pool

No books were brought on this trip because I knew there wasn't time to read them. Magazines, on the other hand, fared better. The bite sized articles were easy to digest. I was surprised that there was an hour or so squeezed out daily to chill out by the pool. Well, one just had to wake up earlier. The smog was terrible. But it was the norm. Blue skies were quite a rarity in the city.

We had no breakfast provided for. Why would we want to have that in DimSumLand?! I requested for room credits instead. This wasn't Bali where I needed energy and carbs. This was dainty Hong Kong. This early in the morning, I only wanted a freshly squeezed juice and a coffee. I also didn't mind the frozen bites (grapes in this case) provided as refreshment.

I couldn't exactly do laps at the pool. The bikini didn't allow for real swimming. Dammit. I could only dip and flounce around, or head to the spa to use the jacuzzi. The girlfriend loved the gym which overlooked the Victoria Harbor. She said while on some machine, the view was so mesmerizing that she continued doing many stretches while soaking it all in.

I told the girlfriend that I didn't even mind the smog. She patted my head and said that was because we were sheltered in a bubble which floated in the surreal part of the city. We stayed in a business district, not in the heart of the residential area. Well, my other girlfriend had hightailed out of town when she heard I was coming- that's why we couldn't stay in her big big big house on a fancy stretch of road. If I sit down and think about it, I can quite easily work and live here for a couple of years, no problem, although there isn't much impetus to do so.