It was back in September when it became painfully apparent that our bank balance was not going to carry us through to 2015. We made the tough decision to bring our flights forwards to December. But, sneaky as we are, we gave ourselves 11 nights in Hong Kong to allow a last final hurrah before being forced back into the labour camps of Brisbane (i.e. the workforce).
We said goodbye to our riverside cottage and hosts John & Joyce in France with the same heartache that we have come to expect from each Helpx placement. We took an early morning train from the French countryside into Paris, where we changed trains and continued on to London under the sea..which was cool, however I had it in my mind that the tunnel would be clear so you could see the water and the fishes. The tunnel was rather more opaic.
We arrived in familiar London, where we jumped on yet another train and went straight to Heathrow airport. We were treated (for the second time) to a brand new British Airways plane (it had USB ports so you could plug your phone in and keep it charged during the flight!!!). Very awesome. Except I was stuck sitting next to a fat German who proceeded to scull 5 or 6 bottles of wine then pass out half slumped over my seat.
We stayed in Hong Kong for 3 nights in the center of Kowloon. Oh man, being slathered in the consumerism of Kong Kong is just what we needed after living in a quiet rural town for so long. Bright flashing lights, masses of people at all hours, street markets, shops, dumplings, dumplings, and more dumplings. We bartered our little hearts out at the markets which was good fun. We felt safe and completely invisible walking around..it was perfect. I could live in Kong Kong if it didn't get so bloody humid. Such a great city.
After our 3 nights of dumplings we flew to Thailand for an 8 night holiday from our holiday.
