Farewell My Lovelies
Greta. My bunny.
Today is the saddest of these 80 days. Laura and Greta left on a plane to fly back over the Pacific Ocean.
The morning was long and heavy. We ate breakfast, then undertook the painful process of packing separate luggage. Greta was wearing her bunny outfit, which is my favorite. At around 10 a.m., it was time to say goodbye. I lifted her up, kissed her warm, tender head and tears were rolling down my cheeks as she smiled and made googly noises at me, which was a 180-degree role reversal for us.
(For all you male readers, I realize this wasn't terribly manly of me. But I plan on steer wrestling a yak in Mongolia to make up for it.)
We took their bags downstairs and a few minutes later, the airport shuttle arrived. Airport shuttles have an uncanny similarity, no matter what country you are in. They climbed on, walked towards the back, and sat down at a window and then waved to me as the bus roared off towards the airport. They are traveling east, and I am continuing west. I will not see them again until May 24th. Assuming I make my boat. There's a lot of geography between here and the Atlantic Ocean.
Farewell my lovelies
I walked out to Nathan Road and turned right. It's a busy street, choked with cars, double-decker buses and people, but there's a stretch where it's lined with banyan trees, which gives a city as manic as Hong Kong a flavor of tropical paradise.
I stopped in at a traditional Chinese medicine store, the one I saw yesterday with the bin of dried fish. It had a sign that said it was "government certified." A middle-aged Chinese man poured himself a cup of tea, then walked over to me. I told him I had a sore back. He pointed at his lower back and I nodded. He opened a cabinet and pulled out a small box of cream. I had fantasies of brewing tea from dried sea cucumber. But a jar will be more practical.
"Will this help my back?" I asked.
"It will help back."
"Does it have Chinese herbs in it?"
"Yes. Chinese herbs."
I stared at the box, then asked the man, "Do you have anything for a heavy heart?"
"Heavy heart..." He looked confused.
"Do you have anything to take if you feel sad."