Like many Australians, I have family overseas, notably a centurion grandmother in Hong Kong who was widowed last year (RIP yeh yeh) so I have wanted, and will continue, to take my children to see their great-grandparent for as long as I can.
I vowed to never travel again – except that we did, to Hong Kong and Vietnam the next year and to Hong Kong and Malaysia the year after that.
We cleaned that up (FYI, immigration has spew bags), got past the custom dogs, hauled our stuff on to the insanely packed bus that would take us to the equally packed cheap car park, found our car and drove home, before collapsing into a heap.
We found inspiration in the Atacama desert and the Torres del Paine, in the Bolivian salt flats and the Brazilian jungle, and finally we found inspiration in each other.
We will probably go to Hong Kong again next year.
