It’s weird to go to a place where I feel so ridiculously comfortable in my skin, yet no-one actually thinks that I’m Chinese. That’s what it’s like when I go to China or Hong Kong, maybe because I don’t share the same nuanced body language.
There are always subtle giveaways. Or obvious ones. Like standing on the left-hand side of the escalators (by mistake), which is where people need to walk past when they’re in a hurry. Yep, she’s a tourist alright…
Oh, and not to mention the fact that I don’t speak Cantonese! It also took me at least half my trip to get my head around HK$ because the smallest things cost hundreds…I also accidentally left my cell on roaming! Let’s just say, I was hit by the biggest phone bill when I got back and all I could think about were the things that I didn’t buy…
I’ve been back for three weeks now and I still miss Hong Kong, including the strange smells that I can’t put my finger on, the way that my clothes stuck to me as soon as I got out into the open air (because of the humidity). I miss eating freshly steamed buns and unrecognizable fruit; catching the underground train; the vast number of people…everywhere! And I definitely miss dressing for a warm climate.
But you can forgive me, right? Especially after returning to windy old Wellington where trampolines are flying out of back yards…I even saw a dead seal pup last weekend that had been washed up in Scorching Bay after the big storm. Reality hits…it’s freeeeeeeezing here!
In Hong Kong it was so hot everyday and despite taking a thin woolen top and two light jackets, I didn’t need any of them. Packing for a hot climate is tricky — when coming from a blustery, Wellington winter — I was terrified of being cold. The idea of being warm, let alone hot…and incredibly sweaty…was more like a distant dream (or nightmare), depending on whether you can handle the heat!
Yep, as soon as I made my way from Hong Kong airport a wave of hot air enveloped me. This dress was the perfect antidote to staying cool because it was loose with the right amount of quirky frills, — totally my style— and infinitely comfortable. Given that I wore an entirely black outfit on a trip to Macau the day before — and almost died — this dress was a dream to wear. I bought it before my trip in anticipation of summer.
Yes, I’m an optimist! Maybe even a blind one.
Style File: Casting a light in white with a splash of red and a geometric shark print for an added quirky touch. Dress ASOS White Collection / Mules: Head Over Heels (bought last year) similar here and here.
Photography: Thanks to the lovely gentleman at Ovolo Southside who offered to help…