I’ve been home from Hong Kong for about 3 days now. But I lost Tuesday. I got younger by 4 hours that day. Time travel is tough.
I have some rules. Unpack immediately. Put everything away. Then it seems as if I was never gone. But a nine-day trip, with a 15 hour time change takes a bit more to recover from.
I was lulled into a false security by sleeping straight through the first night home. But it doesn’t count when you don’t know if you are coming or going. Last 2 nights have been a bust. I may have to take a sleeping pill to get over the hump tonight. As I toss and turn for hours, I keep pointing out to myself, “at least you are not on the plane”.
I’m just finishing the last of the laundry. Mostly everything is put away now. But I find moments where it seems like my body is still in Asia. My mind wanders there too.
For me, most places in Asia are a riot to your senses. Exotic tastes. Wild scents. Overwhelming crowds. Cities which really never sleep, no quiet. There is a strange harmony to a place like Hong Kong. Somehow it all “works”. It just can’t properly be described. It has to be experienced.
seems like you enjoyed Hong Kong!! And you’re right, Asia is such a unique region. It’s a region that never sleeps!
A Canadian in Hong Kong, nice! It feels a little like home from Vancouver or Richmond.