Full disclosure: I’ve had a few ounces of rum before writing this. I couldn’t really help myself; the Nicaraguan Flor de Caña is such a dangerous mix of deliciously smooth and deliciously inexpensive. After a nice long layover in Panama City — about 8 hours, just long enough for us to get out of the
And so begins the winter escape to Nicaragua… not with a bang, but with a massive yawn.
With our trip to Nicaragua only a couple days away, it’s time for J and I to frantically start packing.
Busy, busy, busy, as the Bokononists say.
I’ve received mixed messages in the feedback I’ve gotten back on the blog so far. Some people have really dug the travelogue-y way I’ve been writing. Others have mentioned that they’d appreciate a more concise reading experience; more a series of observations, rather than a running commentary. Fair enough. I figured I’d try the latter
After a forty minute train ride from our lousy guesthouse in Tsim Sha Tsui, our second morning in Hong Kong, J and I boarded a bus in Tung Chung, way out on Lantau Island. Another forty-odd minutes on a bus, and we’d be at our destination: Po Lin Monastery, and the Tian Tan Buddha.
While my previous post pretty much summed up my thoughts about Shenzhen (specifically, the feeling of a lack of a distinct culture to the city), there were a couple experiences in the last two days J and I spent there that stood out for me.
Even more-so than Shanghai, Shenzhen is a perfect encapsulation of Chinese capitalism.
Considering how unexpectedly wonderful the flight with Spring Airlines had been, in retrospect I should not be surprised that the universe would try to balance itself out, by giving me the single worst flight of my life up to this point.
As my bathroom scale can attest, I definitely did not go hungry.