With the blistering heat in Cebu, it’s hard not to reminisce about the sweet, sweet coldness in Hong Kong and Macau this time last month.
I’ve always cherished traveling, and while I’m grateful work provides me with numerous opportunities to do so, it’s been quite some time since I’ve gone away for an actual vacation. An invitation from the great people at the Marco Polo Hotels in Hong Kong was the impetus of such a getaway.
It’s been a good five years since my first and only trip to Hong Kong. The photos are on social media, but the memories have started to fade. Loosely planning an itinerary (I was traveling with friends for the first time, because #adult) made me anticipate the trip like it was my first time.
After being harassed at the International Departures in Mactan-Cebu Airport (seriously, I’m considering a career at being an immigrations officer because I think my RBF is on point), AJ, Joanna, Fiona and I were finally off.
It’s good to be home, but heck the heat definitely needs to chill out.