Spend enough time in China and you’ll no doubt experience all kinds of Chinese cuisine, meet all kinds of people, and see all sorts of amazing sites, but every year the Dragon Boat Festival comes and goes and what did you do to celebrate it? Eat zongzi? Yeah, they are super yummy, but honestly you can get those anytime. How often do you get the opportunity to get behind the oar of a dragon-shaped boat and compete for pride and glory?
This month, I present to you a present, part two of a two part series exploring different places to explore next month, in case you plan to leave this place during your summer leave. Ahem. Sticking with the theme of the Philippines and Indonesia, let’s dive into one of my all-time favorite past-times: scuba diving.
His hands were not what we expected. They were scrubbed for lunch, yes, but they were not the callous knots of hardwood we thought they would be, given that this custom jewelry designer and craftsman found himself at the jeweler’s bench by way of mig welding and armor-making, and that his weekly routine includes kickboxing.
Craning one’s neck upwards to watch human activity was never easy, but it is increasingly difficult in an age where our chins are often tucked tightly into our bosoms, eyes locked onto the screens of our smartphones. The force of Fuerza Bruta isn’t especially brutal, but it is literally a pain in the neck.
I love my heavy leather wingtip boots, but I don’t wear them in July, or with a dinner jacket; a fine sherry is a wonderful thing, but I don’t have a glass of it with my morning oatmeal; and while I adore the finale of Saint-Saen’s Symphony No. 3, I don’t blast it while serving a romantic home-cooked dinner for two. I mean, if ever I were to cook a romantic dinner for two. Last time I tried that (Aberdeen, Scotland, 1995) didn’t work out so well. Turns out that girls are not the fans of lentil porridge I’d thought they were.