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Apparently, 14% of the visitors to this webpage are from Saudi Arabia and Iran. I'm not complaining, I'm just mystified as to what it might be that causes this.

It's actually happening

So, after a few days of no contact from either the new bosses or my current boss, things are getting moving re Hong Kong. I've just received the forms for my work permit along with the formal job offer, and I just spoke to James (the boss at the magazine here) - he's pretty cheerful about the whole thing, which is nice. I was worried he'd be upset.

I actually went all tingly with anticipation for a moment, earlier.

I am moving to Hong Kong

Yes, Hong Kong! Where you can smell the sea, where the government doesn't try to stop you from reading Wikipedia and where people drive on the left as God intended!

I'm not sure how I feel about this. On the one hand, I've finally got a good, non-fixed term contract, full-time job - and with a company I'd actually heard of before I read the job advert. On the other, it means I have to leave my fiancee behind in Beijing and I don't really know how often I'll be able to visit. I'm also a bit nervous about whether I'll be up to doing a good job, and finding a flat is going to be a real hassle, as HK is just more expensive than Beijing.

Still, this is kind of what I need to do. It's sadly true that, yes, you do need some money to get married, and at the moment I never have any spare money to put into savings at the end of each month.

A conversation on the bus in Hong Kong

"Oil Street. There are a few streets called things like that round here - Oil Street, Electric Road..."
"I used to live near Electric Avenue."
"Really?"
"Yeah, the one in the song."
"Did you ever rock on down there?"
"From time to time. When we wanted a cooked breakfast, for example."
"And then you took it higher."
"We did live up the hill, yes."