Uninvited Visitors…
So I’m just sitting here looking up where to buy mini cookware for my new toaster oven, when I hear the smallest tap on my door. I wasn’t even sure it was a knock, but I trot to the door anyway. Standing before me are two eldery Chinese women with big smiles on there faces. I thought for sure they were at the wrong address, “Can I help you?” I ask, to which one of the women replies, “Ah yes, we hearing for Jehova Witness.” Never in a million years did I think that I would have  JW knocking on my door in Hong Kong. You can’t escape them…they’re everywhere!

On the Job
Anyone who has been to Hong Kong knows you can’t hang out here for too long without a J-O-B… unless of course you’re independently wealthy, a trust fund baby, or enjoy sleeping on an underpass! To support my global move, I am teaching English to a “kindergarten” class. When I hear the word kindergarten, I imagine 4-5 years old, fully potty trained, ect, ect, no big deal. Aaah but this is Aaaasia, and nothing is as it seems to the Yankee-eye.  Imagine my surprise when I walked in to a classroom of 2-3 year olds crying for mommy. 

Kappu
Kappu closes in on Hong Kong Typhoon Kappu hit tonight and this morning. It was a “Signal 8″ warning with sustained winds at 38-73 mph and gusts up to 113 mph. I didn’t get much sleep because of the pounding winds against the window (which to my dad’s horror … I sleep right under!) Suprisingly the schools don’t make 3 year old kiddies troddle through the wind/rain to learn their ABCs, so I got the day off! I even got t