1st November, 3018

Yesterday we hiked around Lamma Island, where my mom and her husband Michael lived for a few years. Lamma is really jungle-ous, featuring big spiders that spin enormous webs across the paths, frogs that stow away in one's shoes at night, and of course the venomous huge centipedes whose bites liquefy flesh and feel like a blowtorch burn. One of these almost got me one night in August 1993, and this would have destroyed my reproductive capacity. I wouldn't be here writing this now. Hate those beasts as much as Tanja hates (delightful and innocent) squirrels.

We headed to the Happy Valley racetrack last night to watch horse racing. We arrived an hour early, bought a pitcher of over-priced beer, and then at 7:15, the races began....     ... unfortunately, last night's races were actually held at the race couse in Sha Tin! Everyone at Happy Valley got to watch them simulcast on big video screens. About half of the folks in the stands had no idea this was to be the case. I guess the racetrack's website had a small indication of the race location - in Chinese. Screw you, white devils! Oh, well. This little f-up actually made us laugh, for the first time in weeks.

The Plaza where the MTR station is in Causeway Bay, was wild. It was a small scale replica of New York's Times Square.

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