wanderlust, wonderment and words

Having friends and family visiting meant it gave us a chance to play tourist over the last month or so. One of our trips brought us all the way to Tai-O, a fishing village near Lantau Island. 

This quiet little village doesn’t wake up till after 12noon and makes for a nice walk before all the tourists start streaming in and crowding the small little streets. You can have the famous gai-dan-zai (egg pancake), which is made using the traditional iron cast pan and charcoal, plus lots of other (apparently) famous eats around there. We spent the better half of the morning walking and just chilling before heading back.

I am loving all the old iron and metal doors and windows they still have here in Hong Kong, they do have cobbled stoned streets (maybe not cobbled, just uneven) and really charming old school eateries and shops. It’s a bit of an asian Italy if you ask me. Definitely alot more to explore around here. 

Hello.

I know it’s been a while. But here is what I’ve been up to.

Hong Kong is such a charming place. I never knew why people love coming here, but I might have a slight idea now. It has only been about a week, but so far, this city reminds me of an Asian version of Italy - and I’m quite enjoying it so far. 

So, I’ll be updating again once we’ve settled down.

Till then, you can find me on Instagram @tngying where I’m posting everyday, go there for daily updates!

Laters alligators.

I miss this place. The times where people would come over, cook dinner together, grab drinks, sit around on the rooftop freezing our butts off. Even the times when I sat with Kara, after dinner, listening to music, chilling out and reading a book on the couch with a hot chocolate on those cold wintry nights. Love the silence, the peace around this space. 

Dreaming of the wine country, jumping off jetties, riding waves, walking through hills, driving on highways. 

California, I’m coming back for you soon. 

My obsession with windows and doors in Cambodia, beautifully old and worn. 

Also. My happy place. Not a care in the world. Everything is white, powder. Cold. Love the feeling of frozen fingers and toes. Sinking into soft soft snow while looking up into the expanse of the universe, stars and all.  

South Island, New Zealand, circa 2010.

Cambodia, circa 2011. 

I love how everyday at about 4.15pm, the golden sunlight filters through our office, and then at about 5pm or so, we always manage to catch the brilliant sun setting in the distance. Little things like that make every day so much easier to get through; when you know that something beautiful is waiting for you at the end of the 45 unread emails in your inbox, or the numerous spreadsheets open on your computer screen. 

Come on and we’ll sing like we were free, push the pedal down, watch the world around fly by us.

You’ll also recognize a girl who travels by the fact that she’s always amazed at the world around her, no matter if she’s in her home town or in a place that’s totally new. She sees beauty all around her, not just the ones featured in travel guides or shown in postcards. A girl who travels has developed a deeper appreciation for life. She won’t judge you, or pressure you to do the things you don’t want to do. She know too much about the importance of identity and self-efficacy, and she will appreciate all the more if you won’t pretend to be who you’re not.

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She knows she’s been to a lot of places, but she’s humbled by the fact that the world is still a big place and she’s only seen a smal part of it. Seeing this in her can make you feel all right with yourself too; there’s no need for you to do more, to be more. What you are is enough.

Taken from Date a Girl who Travels.