5 months. 26 days. 0 savings.

Uh-oh. Why am I here again? We set out for HK to save and um, well..you could say that kind of er..didn't go to plan. Yet.

So, I'm going to use the blog to help me. Even if noone reads this..I will make myself feel better documenting my hmmmm so called nasty habbit. I call it, weakness. Or depending on the situation..saving solution. i.e. if it's on sale - then the saving is in my pocket - so technically speaking it's a saving - personally.

So here goes..5 months. 26 days. 0 savings.

What did I buy today?

Food doesn't count. Neither does travel (including cabbages/taxis). Neither does maintenance (hair, nails, massage..any relaxation/maintenance blah blah blah). Neither does house related stuff.

So..what did I buy today?

Nothing. Yay!!! Everyday counts..from here onwards.
One day I will post some of the things I did buy before today so I can explain better why the wedding is 5 months. 26 days. 0 savings to date. Explain to me, that is. You can just witness my denial. Or shock.

Oh crap. It sounds worse when it's written down.

peek at the Peak.

sneak peek of the Peak.

i'll have fries with that please.

The Peak - Burger King. Anything special? No, not at all. You can order a burger, fries and an extra large view meal.

the only way is up.

The Peak in HK is probably the most popular tourist attraction, not such a surprise as it usually sits in the top 5 'must do' in HK guide books. Not a fan of congested tourist spots myself - unless, of course - you can categorise 'outlets' as tourist destinations. I can actually support this theory. Right, here goes....there are infact, several shopping centres and outlets around the world that position themselves as destinations. Take NY for example -  go up the Empire State, dine at Rockerfeller, walk around Grand Central and see the Statue of Liberty and so forth....if you're a serious shopper you allocate pretty much 70% (I did!) of your time going to 'destinational' shopping havens like Fifth Ave, Madison Ave, Barneys, Saks, Bergdorf and blah blah...not to mention - the outlets on the outskirts! OK...this is why I am called a faffer. Why am I talking about NY?

Back to HK....the Peak. Oh yes...as I was saying, although I am not the biggest supporter of crowds and waiting - this was worth the wait. The tram itself was an experience. Steep. Very very steep. Caution to vertigo victims. As you reach the top...you begin to fully understand why it is rather befittingly, called The Peak. It seriously is the top of the top of HK. Pics don't do it justice. So give credit to guide book writers and see it for yourself when you come over to visit. I'll come along just for the tram ride. Then I'll take you to some shopping destinations. Tut tut.

 

view.

This is the view from our apartment. It is magical in the evening. Have attempted to take night shots but glass and flash equals um, nothing.

no it's not a fairy.

Here is the star fErry that takes you from Kowloon to HK island. I can't say fErry and I keep saying fairy. So here's the fairy that takes you from island to island. It takes all but five minutes and it's so much cheaper than going from zone 1 to zone 1 on the London tubes!

what you gon' do with all that junk?

That's a good question Black Eyed Peas. And that is the same question posed by my balloon (you know who it is - and I mean this in the most endearing way. A very good friend from Oz thought of this...think of holding a balloon...that's me when I hold balloon's hand. Oh, if you need further clarification here - I'll spell it out - tall and I'm not). And if only I can get get get get him drunk. We all know he can drink till the cows come home. So no I will have to continue to creatively stash the junk junk junk junk (necessities - in a girl's world/wardrobe) I am referring to clothes, bags, shoes, accessories and yes...maybe, sometimes, junk. So what do you do if you are living in HK? The flats are Carey Bradshaw apartment prototypes. Here's the situation thus far - the reason for balloon's junk outrage...the storage space is at full capacity. There are 32 boxes in storage waiting to be delivered. Our place of residence is built on top of 700 sparkling shops (photo above is on the same street as our place - less than a minute's walk).

So what am I gon' do with all that junk? His. Not mine.