Monday began with a lazy start then into work to prepare for 3 VIP sessions (1-1 students). After this a journey towards physical activity began. Waiting at the bus stop for an age it seemed to catch the 72 bus to the terminus. Down the concourse and into the MTR (subway) to the junction of lines 1&4 (2 and 3 are not built yet!) change to line 4 to its terminus. Wander out into twilight and follow the text instructions to the sporting field. Why am I heading in this direction? To try my hands and feet at Gaelic Football (now. stop laughing immediately). A bunch of Xpats*
gather to practice / teach the skills of the game for two hours 8.30-10.30pm. For me one of half a dozen girls, a great opportunity to exercise off the pints of beer. Except that after the training/scratch matches we adjourn to a bar called Xpat for a beer! Just build the pint cost into the training costs...
* Irish, NZ,Canadian, US,Chinese, UK, Sth Africa, Aussie just to name a few nationalities
Tuesday, a day off started with slightly rebelling muscles but not as bad as I expected. It had been fun but learning how to play will be a bit tricky, maybe I'll stick to goalkeeper. I sort of did OK in the 7 aside scratch match.
Despite the dreary wet weather on Wednesday I decided to go to Hong Kong to see the Hong Kong 10's Rugby, a tournament in lead up to the sold out 7's (I'm working anyway as I console myself for not being able to go to such a world renowned event). The 10's saw some good running rugby and a wide variety of shapes and sizes playing. The stronger sides have Ex-All blacks or Springboks in their sides. No Aussie side but a few Aussies playing by the sound of the voices.


The 10's is held at the Hong Kong Football Club, the scene of my first Australian Vets hockey tour in 1996 and the hockey pitch just reminded me how much I miss the game and the tournaments.

Mind you, a pint of beer and a Villis pie was good consolation while watching others run around. Someone had to give the Heineken girls something to do in the cold drizzly weather.


Ball retrieval team
Tossing up about staying overnight and returning to SZ next morning and coming home while the border crossing and trains still operated, finances won, and the fear that I might enjoy it (HK) so much that the journey back to the mainland would become a drag. I decided to save the HK Dollars for next time when hopefully I'll get to Ned Kelly Bar for some jazz. Probably when Jen and Deb come over if not before then, at least the immigration officials all use the stamps in the passport economically using up small spaces, not a whole page.

.HK night life in Causeway Bay

late night BBQ snack on my street corner
HK would be much less of a challenge in day to day life. Taxi drivers speak English, signage is generally multilingual and main landmarks have English names. You can buy a reasonable coffee and a roastbeef and horseradish sandwich, a broadsheet newspaper and recognisable necessities in the chemist as well as a full range of unknown goodies. I forgot to mention my visit to the chemist to get first aid stuff for the anticipated scabby knees at Gaelic (my knees that is) and some more reading matter at Dymocks.
Back to reality of the modern SZ. Simple tasks are daily challenges till mastered but i am working on ticking off the tasks.
Anyway, it's now way past midnight and time for bed. Cheers till next time.