Back in Mui Wo--end of summer 2011

Back in Mui Wo. For the first time ever, my plane landed about 45 minutes early. This meant me, Keohi, four 50 pound bags/boxes, 3 heavy carry-ons and some serious logistical maneuvering. Just sign me up to a shipping company. Greeted by the bovine blocking the road by the swimming pool and then Keohi and I just wait on a curb. I am back in Mui Wo. So of course I sit on dried cow poo...heat is coming down. It was a 14 plus hour flight that started at 1:20AM in San Francisco. I feel like vomiting because of the taxi ride, as I do after every taxi ride from the airport.

I think to myself: "How did I get here?" (meaning Mui Wo)

The answer: Completely randomly. If I had not been walking down the street in Lan Kwai Fong in 1997 the night before Handover, I never would have ended up in Mui Wo. Let's face it, one does not grow up fantasizing about a life in Mui Wo...not usually, though it's been interesting enough.

Some hours later, I fall as I bound down the stairs to greet Stephen. Was wearing socks--who knew a wooden floor could be so clean? My ass/back is bruised. Stephen greets me with this: "Ah, the calamity that is my wife."

Yes, I am back home. Jetlag meant we were up at 2AM. It was a good and productive trip. CA a good stop. Keohi caught his first fish (trout) near San Gregoria past Half Moon Bay, picked a Fuji apple, visited the fire station and a Japanese tea garden in San Mateo.

A good summer...coming to a close.