I am officially addicted to naengmyeon.
I’ve recently taken up hot yoga and am trying to keep to a manageable routine of two yoga sessions every weekend. Can’t say I feel healthier since or have found some sort of inner peace (still cannot deal with the ‘om’ chantings), I do like the feeling of sweating it out. Such a workout !
Hotpot restaurants which impose two-hour limits are so not cool.
Turns out my colleagues are closet karaoke geniuses. Five straight hours of belting out embarrassing songs we would have no problems denying if we are accosted in the streets.
Tsim Sha Tsui on weekends is such a nightmare, especially if you are in a hurry. I was nearly tripping over people and feet and toddlers and wheeled luggage every other minute.