Home finally. With plenty of laundry to do, unpacking to be done, new additions to the wardrobe and freed from the agony and pain - which I'll elaborate more later.
To be honest, it isn't that bad. I thoroughly enjoyed myself, done the things I didn't manage to the last time round. For mum & dad, I think they had welcomed the new experience. Afterall, it's dad's first flight and our first family holiday abroad. Dad has traveled to Malaysia umpteen times on coach but Malaysia is definitely a far cry from cosmopolitan Hong Kong. For sis, I reckon she hasn't shopped to her satisfaction; a shopaholic with parents tagged along on a holiday doesn't sound like the best idea.
Sis is like a big mummy, protective and overly responsible. I think she's worse than mum. Mummy dearest got all anxious when sis wandered off alone too. I begin to see similarities - worrying parents. Maybe I will one day?? But not at this moment. I feel everyone needs to have some personal space and learn to be independent. "Mum, I'm not 12 anymore."
I am open to the idea that my parents could take a cab back to the hotel when they wanted to but sis was against it. I didn't like the fact that she was overdoing things. She can't be the big mummy all the time, and she doesn't have all the time to do her shopping. I wasn't surprised when she finally lost her cool because she was just trying too much.
Dad has this joint problem and walking too much annoys him. He was a pain in the ass, sorry dad, but you were horrible at some points. He would sulk and he wouldn't even say when he was starving. God, we felt like we were bringing a big baby around. He made 3 women very unhappy and frustrated! Poor dad or poor us? He finally seemed more chirpy on the last day and was fiddling with the remote on the flight back. I ordered him a wine to keep his spirits high. LOL.
I'll be writing more on the things done on the trip in the next entries - coming soon.
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