I love to travel. I’d say anywhere, but that would be a lie. I prefer somewhere warm. I don’t generally write a journal, but on holiday I do. Sometimes it’s a lot, others not so much.
But I do try to record my thoughts and impressions.
I skimmed through one the other day.
It said, Hong Kong, day 1. There’s no two ways about it, I have to come back again. And again. There’s so much to see and do, I could spend a year here and still not see the half.
Well, I have been back again and again. (Sadly not for a year, though I’ve managed every season at least once.) And I still haven’t seen the half.
But I have written a book set there.
Have I done it justice? I hope so, because now it’s out in digital, and print.
(chair swivel jiggle, pop open the fizz, mega squee!)