Where Eastern Winds Meet Western Winds

When winter comes and the smell of frosty cold freshness is in the air, it's hard to remember you're in Asia.

Asia to me is humidity, 30 degrees, and air conditioning. Everywhere. Even within the confines of elevators, although my mum is now convinced they are shutting down that luxury in elevators as cost cutting measures grow rampant throughout the world.

Anyway, this is no deep and insightful post on life in Hong Kong. I just wanted to pen down how nice a day it is, when it's cold outside (well, not that cold.. it's about 16 degrees) and I'm sitting on my bed with the curtains flung open to let in every possible bit of golden sunshine. I've got a warm laptop on my lap (which will do as a nice warm lap cat or dog replacement) and banana loaf from the bakery down stairs. I'm swaddled up in any number of throw rugs and quilts and listening to the quite hum of traffic as cars trundle up and down from mid-levels to the peak and back.

This is the simple life in Hong Kong and I love it!