Tuesday, February 20, 2024
Exhaustion
Friday, January 19, 2024
A new arrival
The intensity and the pain that Veronica went through was incredible to witness and to be near. It was an emotional experience as I tried to encourage and support her as best as I could from my position to the side. I held her hand. I spoke as many words of support as I could think of. I helped her count. The nurses urged me to be vocal in my support and so I took on as much of a coaching role as I could. It seemed apt. I gave her timing instructions. I helped her with her pacing. I gave her unwavering moral support. What more could I do? I was deeply invested in this and yet I felt incredibly impotent and powerless through it all. There was ultimately nothing I could really do. This was something Veronica had to go through alone, with all of us mere bystanders hoping to be of some minor help.
Thursday, January 18, 2024
Waiting for a new arrival
I walked around the grounds of the hospital a bit. I tried to stay calm and rational. The fresh air helped, but I thought it best to keep my busy so I went back to the cafe and worked. There wasn't anything else I could do, so I used this time to deal with open work matters and to close things off as much as I could before the baby's arrival.
Once the evening visiting hours arrived, I rushed back upstairs to be with Veronica. She had been suffering but was still it seemed no where close to labour. I waited with her. We walked around the ward together and as I tried to provide her with as much comfort as possible. The nurse checked her again close to when it was time for me to go. There was still a lot of time to wait. She told me that I should go and find somewhere to get some sleep, she even said that it wasn't time yet for me to be pacing in the hallway! I wanted to stay close, so I called a friend who lived nearby and arranged to crash at his place.
Friday, September 08, 2023
Heavy rains
The typhoon had come and gone. So Hong Kong was now back to normal.
Well that's what we all thought.
Instead we were all in for a big surprise. As I prepared for bed one night, I could hear the rain outside. It had been wet since the typhoon, so this wasn't anything out of the ordinary. The rain was getting heavier. I could hear the rain coming down hard. It was still nothing out of the ordinary. Heavy rain can be common in Hong Kong, so much so that there's a system of warnings in place at the Hong Kong Observatory to warning people when it gets too much. I didn't think much of it as I lay in bed and closed my eyes. I could still hear the heavy rain. It was actually quite a soothing sound and I was soon asleep.
I woke up to the sound of rain.
I wasn't sure if I had slept. The rain sounded as heavy as it had been when I had fallen asleep. I wondered if it was still early or if I had only been asleep a short time. I looked at my clock. There was no mistake, I had slept the full night and it was the morning. I thought that maybe it was just a coincidence that the rain had been at its heaviest when I slept and when I woke. Strangely, in the back of my mind I did wonder whether the heavy rain had persisted through the night.
I stepped out of bed and looked out the window.
It hadn't been a coincidence. It had indeed rained heavily all night. We were to find out later that this had been the heaviest rain that Hong Kong had ever experienced. It was a once in 500 year event that had completely saturated the city and left flooding all over. There was reports and videos of landslides, flooded buildings and general mayhem.This was a different case altogether, and the flooding had gone above that first step which meant a long and expensive clean up for many of the ground and basement stores throughout the city.
Saturday, September 02, 2023
Super typhoon days
The worst of it hadn't lasted that long, but there was damage everywhere. It didn't seem too serious, but trees had been felled and there was garbage and debris scattered everywhere.
What was most amazing though was that everything seemed to be restarting already. Only a few hours had past since the warning signals had been lowered and everyone was already getting on with their lives. Chainsaws roared everywhere as the clean up crews were busily dealing with the trees. We had a farewell dinner planned that night for Rachel. We had been worried it would be cancelled and yet it all still went forward without a hitch.
Tuesday, August 15, 2023
Approaching Mt Etna
We arrived in front of the grand old hotel. We checked in quickly, and I immediately took Veronica with me down through the hotel garden to the pool with the spectacular view. Perched out at the very end of a cliff, it had a commanding view that looked out towards the ocean. I jumped straight into the water, wading up and down gazing back and forth towards both the sea and the mountain. This would be a good place to spend the next few days.
Monday, August 14, 2023
Ferragosto in Cefalu
I had been a little bit concerned about the timing of the holiday. I had booked the trip for the middle of August, which hits not only the tourist high season, but also the mid year public holiday in Italy called "Ferragosto". This holiday dated back to ancient times and was the mid way mark of holidays for most local Italians. So not only would we be competing with the foreign crowds, we would very likely be competing with the local Italian crowds as well as some potential holiday closures. I hadn't taken any of this into consideration when I had booked the trip, so as the big day approached I was wondered whether there would be any negative impacts for us.
On the night before, we left Palermo and boarded a train for the beach town of Cefalu.
It was a very full train.
A train that became progressively more full the further we went. This wasn't an express train between towns, this was a commuter train that seemed to be doing the milk run between Palermo and Messina. There weren't any other options though, so short of hiring a driver to take us, this seemed to be the only way to go. We were fortunate enough to get seats, but we also had all of our luggage with us. At every stop coming out of Palermo, more people boarded the train. It wasn't long before there was almost no space left at all, with people crammed into the aisle and standing shoulder to shoulder in the doorways. These trains have a reputation for pickpockets and theft, so I kept a keen eye on our bags. Luckily, others were also in similar situations to us and seemed to be just as mindful. The trip wasn't long, less than an hour, but with the constant stopping it felt far longer. When we arrived, we wheeled our bags the short distance to the hotel. We quickly got changed into our swimwear and headed towards the old town and the beach.
The old town of Cefalu is a lovely place. It felt every bit the Mediterranean resort town. The streets were compact and narrow, with the historic old buildings lining all the lanes to give it an intimate and welcoming feel. The tourist trade had been very kind to this town and everything seemed exceptionally well maintained. Everything was neat and tidy, all the shops and buildings were all immaculately restored.Our initial disappointment at not being closer to the main part of the old town also quickly disappeared as we discovered that we were at the part of the beach which had a long sandbank. We were able to walk along the sandbank out several hundred metres into the middle of the ocean. I went out several times, jumping in and out of the water and looking back at the picturesque town. After a few more trips in and out, I grabbed my phone and walked further out again. I stood back with Veronica and we took photos of this surreal location, being so far out in the middle of the water. The water itself was also incredibly clear. We had been lucky the last few years with our travel and we had seen the blue of the Mediterranean in different places, each time uniquely striking in its colour. This time, I was amazed by the clarity of the water. It was like a shimmering glass, so perfectly clear that I could see our feet clearly even as the water lapped at our shoulders.
We went back to the hotel for a brief rest. The beach had been very enjoyable but the heat had been tiring. We napped in our room before getting ready to go out again. It was dark and the intense heat of the day was gone, but it was still comfortably warm. We walked back towards the old town to find a place for dinner. The town had been completely transformed for the evening. With Ferragosto, there were lights and decorations everywhere.
Sunday, August 13, 2023
Palermo
The next couple of days were spent wandering the streets of the old town of Palermo. It is an enormous area and claims to be the largest "old town" in Europe. There were several large intersecting streets which seemed to be the centre of the touristed old town, with other parts being far less populated or visited. It didn't quite feel like we were in Italy anymore. There was a more decrepit feeling to everything that once again reminded me of Napoli. It was a similar feeling of lost grandeur, but without the same grit that Napoli had. The heat seemed to take an edge off everything and beat down on these old buildings.
We tried to find the famous places to visit in the city. We stood in the middle of Quattro Canti and looked up and around at the statues that were arrayed at each of the four corners. All around were the streets full of small shops selling gelato, granitas, cannoli and knickknacks. Further along, was Palermo Cathedral. Inside there was nothing particularly memorable about the large cathedral, but with a purchase of a ticket you had the opportunity to delve deep into the recesses of the crypt along with go to the very top to walk along the roof. Both of these places were well worth the cost of the admission. From the top of the cathedral we looked out far and wide across the city. There didn't really seem to be a modern CBD. There was the old town and then the more modern built up buildings that spread out far into the distance.
Further along still was the Norman Palace. The building a is a strange mismatch of times, styles and designs. Parts of the building are now a museum and other parts seem to continue to operate as the local government chambers. We walked through some of the galleries, but what we were really interested in was the "Capella Palatina" (the Palatine Chapel). Deep in the middle of the palace was this old church built by the famous Roger the Great of Sicily. Compared to other churches we had seen in Italy, this place was exceptionally old, having been built during the twelfth century. This was a building created during the middle of the Crusades, far older than the usual renaissance fare we were used to in other places. Like our visit to Arezzo, we were instead walking through something that was very much from the Middle Ages. After several trips across Europe and having seen some beautiful cathedrals everywhere, there is definitely a fatigue that begins to creep in. What was once unique and spectacular becomes lost in the crowd of other similarly beautiful places. This Capella Palatina was uniquely memorable and beautiful. It was built by both craftsman from both the Greek and Islamic world, so it was a blending of cultures and styles that I hadn't see since my backpacking days in Syria. The intricate beauty of the roof matched in a strange contrast with the ornate Byzantine mosaics. I couldn't help but think back to the stunning Ummayad Mosque in Damascus. King Roger had ruled over a cosmopolitan kingdom, full of people and cultures from the entire region. It was a melting pot of people and this lovely place was the reminder of the wonder that could be achieved with such a blending of ideas.
After enjoying the beauty of the Capella Palatina, we made our way back towards the middle of the old town. We had found an old church and nunnery during our initial exploration, but what we wanted to experience was the dolceria that was inside. It had been closing when we first visited and so we arranged our exploration to circle back another day when it was open. On the inside was a bakery run by the nuns to raise money for their work. People lined up for the various sweets, but what was the clear standout were the cannoli. Each was made to order, with the option to select the toppings to go on each end.
It was my first cannolo in Sicily. I went for chocolate and pistachio. Veronica of course asked for everything. I bit into it and it was immediately clear that it was the best I had ever eaten. The shell was crunch and crisp. There was no soggy or chewy texture to it. The ricotta was intense and thick. It seemed to be everything a cannolo was meant to be, unlike the sad imitations I had eaten over the years.
We explored out further outside of the old city. We walked out towards the harbour and to see the coastline. It was far more industrial than I expected. There seemed to be areas that had been built up around a boat marina, but for the most part it seemed to be more catered towards commerce than anything else. We kept walking around the whole area, stopping to admire the famous mural of Falcone and Borsellino, the two great men who died trying to fight the mafia in Sicily. The further we got from the marina and from the old town, the more degraded the city felt. The old town didn't feel particularly well kept to begin with, so there was a real feeling of urban decay in these further outlying areas.
We looped back and headed towards the old town areas again. It was the peak of the tourist season, so the streets were filled with tourists and with the accompanying touts and shops. We wandered up and down the streets, but there was little that appealed to us. Veronica found a few of the smaller shops that had some of the jewelry that she liked, but on the whole the shops were selling the standard tourist knickknacks that we weren't looking for.
Something about Palermo seemed to be lacking. I couldn't put my finger on it entirely, but there was certainly none of the joy that I had experienced in Napoli. There were deep similarities in the look and feel of the locations, but it seemed that culturally they could not have been further apart. There were still great locations to visit. There was the old and the ancient in this city. There was a run down grandeur and splendour to the place. Yet, the people seemed more sad. There was a weight on the shoulders of the people. We tried to look for more of the happier locations to enjoy ourselves. We found great food and we found good music, but the feelings still lingered.
As we boarded our train to leave Palermo, I felt very conflicted. There were very interesting things to see in this city and a truly unique culture different to any other place I had been in Italy. Yet there was a sadness and trouble that seemed to linger wherever we went. The poverty of this city was clear. It was the height of the tourist season and yet there still seemed to be a lack of activity and opportunity in the city. Infrastructure seemed to be crumbling along with the old buildings. It was a city, like many in Italy, that had seen better days. Yet unlike other parts, there didn't seem to be a joyful irreverence to contrast with this. Instead it seemed that the depression in opportunity seeped into the mindset of the people at large. It cut into any of the good experiences we had, and I felt guilty for it. How can you let go and embrace any happiness when you feel such strong sadness around you? This city was still full of beauty and a rich history, but it seemed to be a trapped in malaise of poverty and stagnation.
Friday, August 11, 2023
Venetian experiences
It was something that the local Venetians seemed to be well aware of as well. Several times, when we interacted with the service staff or the shopkeepers, we would be asked in conversation if we were "staying in the city". When we answered that we were, there would be this noticeable change in demeanour, as they became friendlier and more engaging with us. They would proudly proclaim that they were Venetian and that they too lived in the city. I could understand it all. There was of course a pride amongst the locals for their city. A city with such a history is certainly something to be proud of. So for them, there must have been an additional consideration of the tourists who came. In their eyes, there must have been a difference between those whom they thought brought too little to the city, as opposed to those whom they thought gave enough to the city. It may be a binary way of looking at it all, to think of things only from this give and take attitude. But for me, I thought the necessary exchange that took place when visiting Venice for a longer period was well worth it. The more we gave, the more the city seemed to give back to us.
Even the most famously busy areas changed at night. One night, after dinner we decided to go for a long walk. We put our phones away and relied instead on our own sense of direction and the different signs pointing us back to St Mark's Square. It was long and lovely walk through the quiet streets of Venice. There were few people on the side and back streets, and each lane and bridge we crossed was always gently illuminated by the golden street lights. We made our way past different parts of the city we hadn't seen before, finding random new pockets of life and activity, small bars and restaurants filled with people, and we found quiet and silent streets interrupted only by our own steps and that of some of the elderly residents as they themselves shuffled home. We eventually found ourselves back at St Mark's Square. It was still lively and full of people, but now nowhere near like during the day. The old grand cafes that lined the square with tables had the bands out and playing. We found ourselves a spot to sit down and to order what were possibly the most expensive drinks I have ever paid for in my life. It didn't matter though. We were there for the music and the ambiance. The weather was warm, the breeze from the canal was cool and the music filled the evening sky.
I found it all a bit unfair that people have painted this incredible city as being nothing more than a tourist trap. There were many tourists and there were indeed services everywhere which were in place to cater to those tourists, but this was no Disneyland. The beauty and wonder of this city wasn't artificial or manufactured, it had all been built up organically through centuries of unimaginable wealth. It was a city that had a depth of culture, unique to itself. It seemed not quite Italian, but entirely European in its approach to life and attitudes. This was place was a dream to visit.
Wednesday, August 09, 2023
Serenissima
The next few days would be spent exploring. I was well aware of the intense levels of tourism in this city, but I've also long come to the view that there is more often than not a good reason for places being very popular with tourists, and that is that those places are usually amazing.
We walked through the crowded streets and straight to St Mark's Square. From there, we kept walking further along until we stood at the water's edge, looking out towards the Grand Canal. Standing in this location, one of the great and important locations in global history was a special moment. I felt the rush that comes from being in a new place, but I also felt the excitement of being in this special location in the world. This was the place where the Doges has walked, where crusaders had come and gone. I had arranged for us a tour that included a shared gondola ride. It meant that we would be able to go into St Mark's Basilica without lining up. I fully intended on taking Veronica on a more private and romantic gondola trip, but and the free gondola ride was a happy bonus.
This city was captivating in a way that I had not imagined. Its beauty is famed and yet the pictures and reputation still doesn't do it enough justice. We had more days to spend here, it seemed we had only uncovered the briefest part of this city.