Glass ceilings

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I was having lunch with my colleagues this afternoon at Quay Bar, which overlooks Customs House in Circular Quay. We were discussing our plans for Christmas and New Years over our Friday schnitzel and beers.  One workmate mentioned her plans to go up coast with her family,  another mentioned her trip to Tasmania.  I said I was returning to Hong Kong to visit my aunt and sightsee, coupled with a short trip to Macau.


Unexpectedly, one of my colleagues mentioned that he really enjoyed Hong Kong and asked whether I had swum near Victoria Harbour. I said I hadn't. I thought it about it some more, and realised that it was a very strange question for a tourist to ask.  I asked if he had, to which he replied he had done so many times.


Turns out my colleague had grown up on Hong Kong, and his family were ex-pats from Australia.
He said that he lived in Discovery Bay as a child, to which my other friend immediately exclaimed was where her university friend lived (by this time I was thinking my god, the sons and daughters of ex-pats are everywhere). She then continued to recount her visit to Discovery Bay, getting off the ferry and being alarmed by the complete cultural shift. Her exact words were "suddenly there were all these white women with prams, and kids in ballet costumes".  I laughed it off at the time, but reflecting on it now (several hours after lunch), I can't help but feel the significance of this all.


My parents grew up in an era in Hong Kong where the British had control over its governance. It also meant there was a significant divide (both cultural and socio-economical) between ex-pats who lived in exclusive, affluent suburbs near Victoria Peak or in isolated communities in Discovery Bay. My mum and her sister grew up in poor suburbs of Macau during Portuguese occupation, before relocating to Hong Kong in her early childhood. Her sister lived for a few months in the infamous maze/ slum that was Kowloon Walled City, before it was demolished in the mid 1980s. Similarly, my dad grew up in Guangzhou and moved to Kowloon Island with his family in his teens. He re-sat the notoriously difficult Hong Kong university entrance exams three times before being accepted into his degree. My mum was the first person in her family to obtain a tertiary education. She finished high school in night classes, whilst working in a manufacturing factory.


My parents have endured so much to close the gap between them and us, and breach that glass ceiling between the haves and have-nots within one generation. It continues to amaze me that I can relate to, and largely enjoy, the same privileges as the sons and daughters of former Hong Kong expats, who honestly had it all. I can only thank two people in my life, who I don't nearly thank enough.











Monthly udpate - food, apple festival and blue people at the circus

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Toruk First Flight - Cirque du Soleil.
Since we were unable to make it to the circus in Moscow, I bought tickets to the new Avatar themed Cirque du Soleil show. The set design was very elaborate and creative. It changed from lush forests to dry desserts and to floating mountains within seconds. However, it felt more like a theatre show or a musical rather than the circus. I was hoping for more death defying feats!
The lighting and stage was quite stunning - the tree on the left rotated and opened to reveal more Navi actors.
On the food front, V and I discovered District 8 in Cabravale. They have this delicious salt-grilled Singaporean-style barramundi. The laksa is also quite good (though I would have preferred a chicken option.
It was weird that they only did seafood laksas?)
Puffle from the night noodle markets 2 weeks ago. Cheese-gasms.
Unprecedented shopping addiction this month (I am very ashamed especially because I know I posted about a shopping ban in June/July). Fell in love with these draped pants from Uniqlo - no regrets!!!!
Sushi candy at the Granny Smith Festival in Eastwood, an annual festival that celebrates the good old green apple.
The festival has fireworks which start at 8. I was more than excited to see them up close, since I usually sit in my home and watch them from waaay afar.
Nothing like the whizz and bang of fireworks, and seeing them sparkle in the sky.

St Petersburg (August 2017)

/ Tuesday, 31 October 2017 / No comments:





Church of the Saviour on Blood viewed from the canals of St Petersburg.
River bank
The bridges of St Petersburg famously rise in the wee-hours of the morning to let large vessels through.
St Isaacs Cathedral. Looks quite parliamentary to me!
A library or study inside the Hermitage. The Hermitage is the largest museum in arts and culture in the world. I certainly think it is larger and grander than the Louvre (albeit with less reknowned works!)
Grand corridors!
 
 
The bistro food in St Petersburg was DIVINE. I liked the food better much than Moscow - it was generally more modern and not as touristy (or maybe we just got better at finding good restaurants haha). This beef tartare with mushroom consommé was delicious and light with hints of umami flavour.

Peterhof Gardens.
The incredible golden fountains at Peterhof Palace.
The place was very crowded but we managed to get some brilliant shots whilst the sun was still out.
Bye bye Peterhof!

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