September 2013

[Sweder]

It seems odd, waking up here with a clear head. Wild all-nighters have been replaced by a string of visits to the gym followed by lonely room service platters of salmon and steamed veg. Rock n roll, baby.

Today will see my first venture downtown this trip. I'll visit the Apple store before supper with our local agent. They usually book an über expensive roof-top steak-house, so I've boldly asked if we can skip that and hit a greasy street-food shack. I yearn for some unhealthy spicey noodles washed down with local lemon and ginger chai. Causeway Bay it is. Hurrah!

First I shall repair to the hotel and knock out a breathless 5k. HHH is not an option as, clearly, consumption of alcohol is a pre-requisite. Should I roll up and mutter darkly about being on the wagon I'm likely to be carted off to a local hospital. Hence my surrender to the dreaded tready. I'm feeling a tad jaded today so the time won't be all that special. No matter, I shall give it my best for 25 minutes or so, no doubt producing enough salty fluid to nourish a medium-sized rice paddy in the process.

On, on.