All play and no…substance?

Hong Kong is basically a playground! This is the main thing I’ve discovered after two months of living here! Now I was no stranger to a Wednesday morning hangover whilst living in London (or Thursday, or Friday) Basically, when you live in a big city, every night can be a pub night! But in Hong Kong the nights seem to stretch out longer and my sleep pattern had at one point diminished to a few hours per night!

Last week I made a promise to myself not to drink mid week in order to get back into the grueling exercise program I’ve subjected myself to in order to lose atleast  some body fat before my upcoming holiday (I have to lie in a bikini next to my goddess of a sister whose stomach could be used to grate cheese… Needless to say I’m a little conscious about this prospect) I lasted till Thursday… A solid effort I felt, especially considering my early return home on Wednesday evening in order to get up at 5.30am for boot camp! I’m still not sure it was worth it! 

And Hong Kong’s playground stretches far beyond the bars and clubs selling cheap drinks along the streets of Lan kwai Fong. The outdoor playground of beaches, hikes, kayaking and climbing means there’s always something to do for an adventure lover such as myself.

But in the playground that is Hong Kong, men find themselves bouncing from one sweet shop to another! With a wide selection of expat westerners, stunning Philippines and Thai girls, they really do have their pick! When you’ve moved to a new city, with a buzzing nightlife and the opportunity to party every night of the week; most people are only after one thing… A good time!! I’ve discovered, to my horror, that as they enter the sweet shop business men are renowned for hiding their wedding rings ( should I be so surprised, maybe not?). And in keeping with this theme I found myself propositioned with the offer of a threesome this weekend. It was a serious suggestion and one that had me fleeing in horror. Maybe this lifestyle is normal for some, and maybe the opportunity to experiment is exciting for many but for me, there are days when I wonder where on earth I’ve found myself.

I’m definitely living in a bubble far from reality. Most of the time I still don’t feel like I’m living in the real world! I’m 33 years old with 0 responsibilities past holding down my job and paying my rent and I’m spending my evenings drinking prosecco in one bar or another! Not a bad life, I’ll admit. But the problem is that as much as I can enjoy a break from reality, there’s a part of me still very much aware that reality does still exist! And the girl inside who remembers reality also knows she still wants to find the love of her life settle down and have a family.

Sometimes I worry that moving here is simply delaying that (Not that I was having any joy on this front in London, so maybe not). People tell me to live in the moment, live life to the full and enjoy myself. And that’s exactly what I’m doing…I came here for an experience and I’m certainly getting that. But I do worry about the future and whether all this playtime will lead to a lonelier existence further down the line. It’s no secret that I don’t want to be alone and I’m pretty sure that Hong Kong isn’t the best place to find romance…let’s just hope I’m wrong. In the meantime I guess it’s back to the prosecco and a good bar….I’m certainly not going to complain about that.