Scrambler

​An Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life in America. Live from New York.

An Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life New York City.

Two different days.

Yesterday, I was in Hong Kong having MC’d a corporate Christmas party on Monday night. I had a wonderful time (despite almost wall to wall work), and got some shopping in on Sunday night. But the real highlight was Bowen Road.

After 3 months of treadmill running (Beijing is not conducive to outdoor running in winter), I got up early yesterday morning and taxied up to Bowen Rd, a stunning 4km stretch of road that snakes across the side of the Peak, the mountain spine of Hong Kong island. One minute you are running through dense jungle foliage, the next you burtst out and find yourself running amongst the skyscrapers that make up the city: some are below you (near the harbour), others are set towering above you. I was running with my mouth open, it was so beautiful; I couldn’t help but think Hong Kong was built on a dare, or at least a whim, so amazing is the landscape (and so seemingly inhospitable to build a megacity). 8 kilometres later, I was elated and feeling fantastic.

Now I’m back in Beijing, and i just spend an hour looking for a taxi after a retarded, go-nowhere meeting. It’s -8 degrees, and I can’t remember the last time I felt so angry, so blindingly frustrated and so fucking cold.

Two different days that when compared make me feel like a fucking idiot for living in this city.