So Hong Kong was pretty sick. Absolutely gorgeous, packed sweaty filled-to-the-brim skyscrappers 7th story gardens, wrap around sidewalk escalator alley ways through the third story of the city of new old colonial futuristic nonscape and land sences twisted like emotions in every direction. Wow. What a ride.
So we lost, but it was bound to happen. I'm not to impressed with my play. Totally not seizing the opportunity on the field, conserving too much energy and not communicating well. But a good game. Saw some great ideas, nice thinking and good development.
Highlights: picking up jellyfish, pouncing Mel (the pillow thrower) in the middle of the morning, singing, shopping (not that I did much of it), dancing, hanbok wearing, eating chicken butt (I heartily do not recommend it), junk boat tour (sweet food, people and a boat to jump off and swim with), swimming, totally sweet ginger pineapple smoothy, did I mention rugby...oh yea...RUGBY!!! totally sweet.
Only one minor incident involving a terrorist attck and hostage situation. But I think Little Roo will pull through. She was pretty quite when we got in this morning, but I think she was probably tired of all the trravelling, and with having to deal with the stress and anxiety of being taken hostage so far from home.
Oh, tip for anyone carrying sweaty rugby kit through customs, sniffer dogs do not like sweat...so our kit bag got a big buzzing pad lock on it. So I took it for Xray where the man put his hand into the twoday old sweaty kit and pulled it out quick saying eerr...before i could explain it was two day old sweaty kit...oh well.
Another great weekend for the books.
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