Monthly Archives: March 2013

Jungle Wawn’s


In complete contrast to the hectic pace of Hong Kong, the Wawn’s have escaped to Khao Lak, Thailand.
Very sleepy jungle village set along a white sand beach where yesterday the head count was one other person & the cicadas are the noisiest thing around…
Exactly what is needed to recover from the effects of motorway number 9!

After a rather tense first day… Only 4 hours sleep due to a very late arrival and an early alarm call from the over excited kids.

2nd day has been a bit more successful. An early morning elephant trek followed by swimming, lunch led to finally after 3 hrs of trying… Both kids fell asleep for a couple of hours! Brilliant. We both had a massage a siesta and generally weren’t sure what to do with our free time.

If we manage to choreograph a daily siesta with both kids in sync then this really could prove to be the rejuvenating holiday that we needed. Watch this space… Not even sure Thailand can work that level of magic.

Haadson Resort is definitely one for babycationsasia… Little 2 or 4 bedroom villas, football pitch size garden out front, two seconds to the beach, two seconds to the spa or Sala (if you prefer a quick cheapie massage outdoors)
Not pricey with a pool that Archie and Sophie can walk about in…

So you see this has been a business trip! Shame I can’t write it off as one (Jane!!) x
Unfortunately all that lovely siesta’ing has its downside kids were up at 5!

Yes very funny Soph!


A Hong Kong Weekend


So how does the weekend usually begin for the Wawn family…
Currently like this, Sophie wakes up somewhere round 5am, enjoys a little chat with her teddies, then lets off a few unavoidable & demanding screams by about 5.30.

So up we all get, Sophie undoubtedly woken Archie (who can actually sleep in these days without Sophie the screamer around)
It’s still dark. We’ve finished breakfast by 6 and the kids are getting bored by 7.

So this weekend we decided to stop fighting it and just go with the flow…
(Need to get into practice as next week we will all be sharing a room in Thailand – god help us and the people living next door)

We were all in the car by 8.30 and heading to Stanley Village for breakfast.


Brilliant, no bad Hong Kong traffic, no daddy getting lost and frustrated in Kowloon.
And the best big comfy sofa seats in the Savannah Bakery.


There were a few other bleary eyed parents who we shared a mutual appreciation of their early morning get up and go…

The cafe has kids toys littering the floor, lifesaving sugary Breakfast pastries and the much needed coffee.


And of course the brilliant pirate ship across the way…


We then had a scoot into the market, picked up Archie some school wellies (hot and showery season is on its way) noticed a group of American cruise tourists and decided it was time to get out of there and head home… Well we had nearly been up 8hrs!
(Unfortunately we weren’t so lucky on the drive home, Hong Kongers tend to surface by lunchtime Saturday) least said about that the better.

The Waterman kids spent the afternoon with us, stayed over I managed hot dogs for tea, whoopee!
Bathed and all in bed by 7.
Ed and I in bed by 8.30, sod the night out there’s always next weekend.

The next day was Anakin (Archie classmate) Birthday. In Archie’s words the BEST party he has ever been to!

Sports day races, fab food, stunning home and possibly the most hilarious Chinese clown I have ever seen… Not sure I understood a word he said…


Tons of fun was had by all…
Although I am secretly looking forward to next weekend version, where mummy and daddy get a bit tiddly with friends on the Friday night then the whole weekend passes in a kiddy action filled blur… Somehow the early mornings seem less painful that way???

It’s all Chinglish to me…


The new baby fog has finally lifted… I am now beginning to see the wonderful differences in our cultures more clearly.
It’s a constant source of wonder…

(I am referring mainly to the Chinese, not Hong Kongers, who can at times be more English than I will ever be)

Living quite close to the border with China, we mix with as many Chinese families as expats and HK folk.

I was so fogged up with weariness before and was really just rolling with our new lives without properly taking it all in.
More concerned about how much sleep we were getting, where to get decent priced baby milk and how to get Sophie immunised without it costing more than our amah monthly salary.

But now I see and hear the most unbelievable things and spend most of my time having a quiet giggle to myself… miscommunication a constant source of hilarity here.
(Note – if I was dealing with it at work I might have been driven slightly potty by now)

I don’t have to even have to step out of our apartment for the fun to begin… It’s just brilliant what gets lost in translation when East meets West.

Nina our Amah (who we all love dearly) feeding our new pets the fish, Alex and Eliza, Bisto gravy granules instead of fish food, gave us all (including Nina) a good giggle.

Ed chucking away his dinner and having a sandwich after asking her (I was out for the night) how long the fish he was eating had been in the fridge. 30 days was the reply, she had gotten the words fridge and freezer muddled up.

Living in a house with toddlers where daily, amusing, if baffling conversation goes on and all the miscommunication outside makes daily life seem a bit surreal.

There is a lot of talk about signage over here, when you understand how Mandarin or Cantonese translates with its many alternatives for our one word it’s not surprising we get signs such as;

To take care of safety, the slippery are very crafty!


Conversation with the mums at the school gate and can sometimes leave me with a dropped jaw. I was asked recently, do you ever go in your kitchen? and said mum being amazed when I admitted that I sometimes did and actually quite enjoyed it.

Last week I was asked to explain this thing we do (?) going out with husband when kids are in bed, what does it involve? Going to the cinema? Think she was referring to a date night.
In the end she gave up on the idea as she decided her husband wouldn’t have anything to say to her in the evening anyway.

Sophie who talks the most babble (being only 1) thinks we are all mad and on a recent trip to the beach abandoned us completely and spent the day with another group of people entirely… What concerns me she is going to grow up thinking all this bonkerishness is normal…
Quite a nice way to be really…