We've been blessed with the opportunity to live and work in London and now, so too Hong Kong. 3 years in London came and went and I regret not recording my experiences. All I have is a sad little Zara box with scrunched up European maps and old museum tickets which I one day promise to put in a pretty little album.
Now 5 months into Hong Kong, here is my blog . Hope you enjoy... peneblue x

Monday mornings are normally hectic and manic in our household and I was surprised to wake up to this today. Yoga at home, while watching the sunrise. The old boy still has a few tricks up his sleeves. Happy Monday everyone x


Tip toeing up the stairs, with my shopping bags behind me, I quickly shuffle into our bedroom and throw half of my purchases under the bed.

“What did you buy?”

“Oh, just a couple of things – these were on sale!”  Will be the standard answer.

Nothing wrong with a little white lie.

The other half of the purchases won’t surface until at least 2 weeks later to which he will then point out

“Is that new?”

To which of course I reply

“This old thing? I bought it last month. Remember that sale I told you about?”

 Another lie.

“How much?”

Automatically, the amount is halved in two and then a couple of dollars added just enough to make it cheap but believable.


I know, it’s quite sad really. 30 something and still lying about my bad shopping habbit just as I did with my dad as a young 16 year old.

I have to say though, shopping at the Hong Kong Industrial Centre, has left me free to come home, shopping bags in hand and proudly parading around in my new little outfits totally guilt free.

It’s cheap. Really cheap.

Right next to Lai chi kok station with three blocks of shopping madness.

Shopping here on a Saturday morning brings back memories of shopping with my bestie on Oxford Street except its more manic.

 There are women lugging around big suitcases just as they did in Topshop and Primark. But these are no keen tourists coming straight from the airport. They are retailers, buying their supplies.  It’s total chaos but I love it.

Most shops are wholesalers but also sell to the public, selling mainly Japanese and Korean fashion, that said, a lot of the clothes are something you would see in Topshop but selling for half the price!

There are rows and rows of alleys, and 3 whole buildings to go through - you could definitely get lost here for hours.

Guess you know where I’ll be this Saturday.

All I can say is, elbows out ladies!  x




Happy Birthday Bella!!!!

My dearest Bella,

 Happy Birthday! I’m sorry I can’t be there for your special day.

 I hope to see you next year. We moved to Hong Kong a few months ago.


Uncle Alex and I miss you so much and I hope you can visit us one day soon.

I miss your beautiful face and your loving nature. Remember when you showed me around your place when I slept over? That was the best day ever!


We had so much fun in the park - you kept spinning me around and around and around!! 


 My favourite part was when you sang me a lullaby when I went to bed and I slept like a baby! 


 You’re a special girl Bella, don’t ever forget that. Beautiful in the outside but most importantly you have a kind heart. 

Hope you’re mummy & daddy treat you to a very special day today. We send all our love and all our kisses. 

Ps.  I will post your present tomorrow so you should receive it in 15 sleeps so keep a look out for it ok?

 Please give Hady a big hug for me too!

H-A-P-P-Y  B-I-R-TH-D-AY!!!

Love & Miss you,

Aunty Pene & Uncle Alex

My little diet. Day 2. Oh so hungry.

West Kowloon bamboo theatre Feb 2013

Ok, so I’m seriously wishing there was some sort of Instagram-like app to filter my lack of camera skills here but I had so much fun watching our first Cantonese opera I just couldn’t help myself!

West Kowloon Bamboo Theatre

Grand Hyatt, Shenzhen

Our home away from home-or in this case, work away from work. Long hours mean it’s hard to enjoy what this amazing hotel offers, but sometimes, just sometimes, we’re able to sneak away and pretend we’re on a luxurious holiday.

Yangshuo Market

I make it a point to visit a market anywhere I travel and they have always left me with the fondest memories… strolling through Parisian flea markets where I found my favourite vintage fedora hat, experiencing a snow storm in Nuremberg, in one of the oldest European Christmas markets and best of all, eating my way through endless paellas and the most delicious seafood with my sister at the Boccaria on our last day in Barcelona.


My experience in China, was a little different.

As part of our cooking class during our trip to Yangshuo, we were looking forward to visiting the vegetable and meat market.

A short walk from the main road, we were excited to meet some locals, check out the produce and buy some fresh ingredients to cook.

 There were people squatting at the entrance, gathered in small groups around a small open fire to keep warm. Our chef Cathy pre-warned us that it was pretty much a slaughter house and to refrain from taking any pictures as vendors have been known to chase tourists with a butcher’s knife and as we walked further in, the excitement quickly turned to anxiety.

The first thing you notice next to the cold damp air is the poor ventilation. It smelt of something smoked and heavy. Memories of it still leave a bad taste in my mouth. There were the usual suspects you would expect in a Chinese market, assorted fish swimming in the mud tile tub on the ground, filled with dirty yellow water, the odd crab limping around under the tables, clams and pipis and as you went further down the rows, the noise got louder and the stench more unbearable.

Headless chickens with their feet cut off, caged rabbits with long fluffy ears that looked like they were plucked straight out from a fairy tale book the night before. There we caged turtles, caged frogs and as I turned to the second last row, a cage full of cats. Live, conscious cats desperately stepping on each other trying to escape their fate. You can feel their fear and desperation. And just as I was about to hit my threshold, I saw the next stand, tucked conspicuously right at the back. It was dark and I had to squint my eyes to believe what it was I was staring at. A dog carcass hanging on a single hook. Skinned and smoked. The bad taste in my mouth almost turned into vomit. As I tried to remind myself that I was merely an innocent tourist, a bystander, I was also reminded of dear old Sebastian back home playing freely in a farm in Conawindra.


At this point, I was giddy and confused and I tried not to look at the bits of blood and grit flying around as the Chinese man butchered away.  

Cathy, our trusted local chef and guide explained that the cats and dogs were all bred and not stray. She said that it was a delicacy and that not all locals ate them and she said it wasn’t cheap. She dutifully assured us that it was not something she ate and with that, we happily followed her to the vegetable market and vowed never to return.

Yim Tin Tsai  Village