Only in Japan

29 06 2015

A deceased train station cat becomes a Goddess

…and a ‘handome’ gorilla becomes an unlikely sex symbol.





Bangkok goes meow

24 06 2015

…or it will, at this weekend’s Tkrai Cat Art Party, featuring the sale of over 100 designs of hipster-cat T-shirts. Its happening at the interesting-sounding new bar Whiteline, which as brought a touch of artsy Charon Kreung-style bohemia to Silom.

More on the cats of Bangkok hereand here and the city’s recently deceased “gay cat movie star” here.





Summer is here…

16 05 2015

Summer is here,

And the living is easy,

boars are running

And the flowers are red…

Summer arrived in Hong Kong this week with the blooming of the brilliant red flamboyant trees from Madagascar all around the island, and a spate of wild boar “invasions”; the beasts plunged into swimming pools in the New Territories, burst into an airconditioned shopping mall in Chai Wan and ran into the carpark of an industrial estate near my house in Aberdeen, in search of cooler pastures.

And then just the next week – it was the turn of the snakes, a series of Burmese pythons slithered out of the woodlands of Sai Kung (some up to three metres long) and a Southern Chinese cobra was spotted on the lawn at Cyberport, near where my boyfriend and I frequently jog.





28 04 2015


Colour: Himalayan trapogan and artwork by Sonia Delaunay.





Night safari

23 03 2015

Last night, the boyfriend and I took a twilight jog up the mountain to the Peak through the forest that (still) grows on its Western slopes. On a side track that leads up from the Chi Fu housing estate and into the “wild” we were amazed to come across a family of wild boar, foraging through the woods as the sun dipped down, in the heart of one of the world’s most densely-packed cities.

Amazing.

It was a little scary too, as the animals have a fearsome reputation for attacking lone hikers, especially when their young are concerned. The animals we could see were not yet fully grown, and their protector was no doubt somewhere nearby, if unseen. As the night started to fall, and we found ourselves lost on a strange path far from our previous trips, I pictured us stuck on the mountain at night, when its other inhabitants come out to claim what is theirs…

But the boars soon disappeared into the undergrowth and we ran – and sometimes walked, panting – onwards, up curving paths through the gathering darkness, surrounded by the jungle-like sounds of water flowing over rocks, frogs and insects croaking, and larger creatures still (the boar) rustling in the forests.

At one point we found ourselves on a debris-strewn path right below the mansions of the Peak’s rich, their garden walls above us lined with razor wire and barbs, but the path then plunged back into the forest and soon all traces of civilization receded again. I thought of the thousands of eyes in the undergrowth, spiders no doubt watching us as we passed, invisible without headtorches.

Sometimes, a cool breeze would blow down over the mountain, or a view would open up to the twinkling lights of boats on the sea below, or we would plunge into the shadows of trees where it was hard to see even two metres ahead – and then suddenly we were up at the Peak, with its milling crowds and 7-11s and bright lights, before heading back down into the dark and restless wood.

Magical.





20 03 2015

Natural history illustrations by Japanese artist of the 1850s, Takagi Haruyama.





In the Urban Jungle

17 02 2015

At Kowloon’s Queen Victoria Park.








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