at last!

It has been a long time, with change of venue, change of time and change of date, oh, and change of provider.  Go back a bit.

The flight from Toronto to Hong Kong was looong.  We took off at 1:25 a.m. the morning of Friday, March 20.  Every time I looked at my watch we seemed to be the same time as Toronto, except I realized it was p.m. not a.m. and I forgot about the International date line, so that by the time we landed in Singapore ( a separate flight from Hong Kong but still Cathay Pacific airline, business class, very comfortable), I had no idea of the time or the day.  I met my roommate in the hotel as we waited for a room key, my companion for the next 109 days. We were both tired; Liisa had flown from Vancouver (from Port Alberni, B.C.),  We were booked, as I think I told you, for High Tea at Raffles Hotel, so we got ready, looking fairly elegant though tired, and took a short, frustrating cab ride arriving in time. at 4:30 p.m. on Match 21. I think.  I'm not sure where the rest of March 20 went. 

Well, High tea at Raffles was very disappointing. I've had better at the Windsor Arms in Toronto, and the Empress Hotel in Victoria (though they're a bit patronizing; I  make a better high tea myself, including the scones.  I had a glass of champagne (extra) though my room mate did not. The champagne was the best part, and the scones were okay (mine are better); the rest was abysmal. The cucumbers in the cucumber sandwiches were neither plentiful nor crisp and there was more mayo than butter - in fact, no butter.  The dainties/cakes/pastries, what have you, were pretty but tasteless, bland and not very sweet and rather tired. We noticed that others were sending their three-tiered servers back almost full, untouched. Somerset Maugham and Noel Coward would not have been impressed. 

The room,however, was lovely - the Tiffany Room - looking like something out of  British colonial days, very clean and fresh, circa late 19th century.  Of course, I forgot to bring along Minnie (my iPad-mini) so I didn't take a picture.  I'll get used to the idea soon, I hope. More to come.

Right now, having taken forever to get online (did you know that a message has to travel the equivalent of four times around the world to reach me here?  Wow),  I have to fill in a form and hand in my passport so we can be allowed into Thailand -tomorrow or the next day.  I think I can write again today, or tomorrow.  

We'll see.  The point is, I'm here, at last. 

count down for real

See, I have to decide what pants to wear. I have to dress to leave as if I were in Hobart, Tasmania. That's the coldest place I'll be, some time in June, winter there and about 10 degrees Celsius. I have a turtle-neck long sleeve T-shrit right now and a corduroy shirt-jacket. When I get to Hong Kong (temp there is between 24 low and 31 high, with showers), I'll put on a sleeveless blouse and a skirt, and I have a very civilized dress to wear for High Tea at Raffles at 4:30 tomorrow afternoon or whenever March 21st is there.  

I'm still packing. I'm still pretty hyper. Once I get into the airport, I'll calm down.  If there's WiFi in the Hong Kong airport I'll do a blog, otherwise, hang in there until I get into the Pan-Pacific hotel - I think that's the name of it. 

What a world! In other times, people going off like this knew that they would never see their loved ones again. That, of course, is why so many women, so many emigrant women, kept diaries.  Their journals were their letters home, never to be mailed, or read.  Who knows who is going to read my blog, aka my letter home?

I found a cartoon in an old New Yorker this morning: two little kids in a playground and one is saying, "I  thought I'd be a successful fashion blogger by now." I'm taping it in my diary.

Anon,anon.