Swine Flu has hit Hong Kong. Says Monsters and Critics.com, 240 guests and 100 hotel staff have been quarantined for a week. They were initially told only 24 hours. What’s scary is that Hong Kong, because of it’s preparedness from SARS, can do this. They could do more than just lock up the Wan Chai Metropark Hotel, they could close down the airports to all incoming flights. They could lock up the borders. The place could get crazy.
Apr
18
Its been another long week. Vicky is packing her bags as I type, and we’ll soon be leaving for the airport via the Airport Express bus. We went out on the town for a few hours last night – Lan Kwai Fong. My buddies Sam and Kirk joined us. We saw a couple of cover bands at the Cavern. Drinks were way too 
expensive but there were good times had by all.
Apr
12
I’ve received word of Mom and Dad’s safe arrival back home. I think they were relieved to have “real” food. The food is pretty good here, but too much rice, not enough fiber, seems to plague even the most savvy Asian travelers. Don’t get me wrong, the freshness of the produce and the amount of fresh, high-quality protein, like fish and chicken’s feet, really makes for a healthy diet.
Apr
9
Mom, Dad, Vicky, and I have just returned from Beijing. It was fascinating. Here’s a look at some photos from the Forbidden City.
Feb
1
I went to Dan Ryan’s Chicago Grill last night. It’s a 35 minute train ride to Kowloon Tong, but there’s a book store near by, so I figured I’d buy some new reading material. I’ve been reading Charles Esdaile’s Napoleon’s Wars. I have yet to finish it – not really my cup of tea. Anyway, while at Dan Ryan’s, I ordered a side-salad and a KilKenny beer. I was still hungry and ordered a chicken sandwich, and another beer. I opted for a side of broccoli rather than fries. As you can see, I not only got fries but cole slaw, a pickle, and a full head of broccoli. The menu says “Warning, we serve American sized portions.” I joked with the waitress saying that Americans would never eat that much broccoli. She didn’t get it. I bought two new books, Freakenomics, which I’m about half-way through, and The World Is Flat.
I rode to one of my favorite places today – Bride’s Pool Reservoir. It’s in one of the more remote portions of the New Territories. It’s a five mile long road that’s frequented by fast cars and motor-bikes. There were a lot of mini-coopers there today, and a few Ferraris. I managed to avoid injury and accident until the last loop. On the return, right before the last climb, the cable to my back detailer snapped. The next eight miles were steep, but I managed to limp back to Sheung Shui on my front sprockets, unscathed. I’ve got to start taking better care of my equipment.
I want to say that work is frustrating and then list some reasons, but it’s not frustrating. It’s interesting and peculiar. Things that, to me, are normal, are often made into a big deal, and things that should be a big deal are often dismissed as normal. Examples: The agenda of Friday’s afternoon meeting included instructions for supervisors to tell their staff not to eat the fresh bamboo shoots rising from the previously trimmed bamboo sites around the course, as this will destroy this years “crop.” I laughed aloud. I often do when such things are mentioned. A few weeks ago, in a staff meeting, the biggest complaint wasn’t over work, or poor working conditions. Rather, it was that the lunch boxes, which are subsidized by the club and cost only HK$10 for about as much as I can eat, had only one divider rather than two; therefore, sour foods were mixing with sweet foods and so on, and so on.
Something that might be a big deal but is dismissed as normal: There are about 20 or 25 odd gardens around the course. They’re usually no larger than ten to fifteen square meters, and they’re always out of play. Well, I say that, but there are some really bad golfers here, so that might not be true. In the gardens are mostly cole-crops like broccoli, bok-choy, and strange cabbages that I’ve never eaten before. On more than one of my dusk-time runs, I’ve seen course staff watering their gardens. I suppose me running on the course at night might be a big deal back in the states, but hey, IT’S CHINA!!!