Nostalgia is a seductive but sometimes dangerous emotion. We can bask in it but we must also move on from it.
Each year on 9 June I gladly open another bottle, remembering that each vintage marks another anniversary of having reached the peak of this most difficult mountain.
Case numbers are certainly not low here. Not that I would know it judging from my first walk through my local village today, when there was nary a mask in sight.
My only fear is that all these Nasopharyngeal Swabs will play havoc with my wine nosing ability.
I’m going to focus on the soon-to-be-opened rather than the temporarily shuttered here as I think the real story is now one of future renaissance not bleak recent past.
The closest I have come to an overseas trip in ten months is via my regular ferry rides between Discovery Bay and Central. Now I can experience the real thing again at last.
This was a triumph not only for those players, the club and Khun Top, then. It was a triumph of legacy as that giant visage of Khun Vichai and the accompanying words implied.
The sceptics’ voices have fallen silent. As day three of the four-day event begins, it is clear that the organisers have a triumph on their hands. Dead MICE? This is the mouse that roared.
Better times are coming at this magnificent gateway and the Airport Authority Hong Kong team is more than prepared for them.
When comparing notes while, like me, working on the weekend, Tian Qin quoted me an old Chinese proverb, ‘Happy life is from hard working.’ I guess that makes me a very happy man indeed.
I would just about concede the Wallabies the Bledisloe Cup if all of us could start to travel freely again and sing our own equivalent of Nau Mai Rā.
Amid all the talk about sector ‘recovery’, the reality is that any such curve is going to be country by country, route by route, step by step (in both directions). Inch by bloody inch.
“All the darkness in the world cannot extinguish the light of a single candle.” – St Francis