Archive: Nov 2015

Wednesday night at the Happy Valley racecourse

“You can be standing next to someone who looks like they are betting their last twenty dollars on earth, and next to that person is someone betting ten thousand on a race just for the hell of it”.

This was shouted at me in 2006 by my flatmate during our first ever visit to the Happy Valley Racecourse on a Wednesday night.

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When I stood on the edge of the old red dock at 6.35am I would always hesitate. Standing there shivering I would wonder why I left the warmth of my cabin and the luxury of an extra hour of sleep to put myself in such a stupid situation. The cold dark water of the lake contained snapping turtles, sharp toothed fish culled Musky and weeds that seemed to grasp at your feet.

The trick was to stand on the edge of the dock, with my toes round its peeling edge, and to gently lean in till my center of balance was just over the point of no return. At that moment it was too late, nothing to be done, ice cold water was hurtling towards me and all I could do was brace for the shock. Watch out turtles, here I come.
Life changes can also be a shock, but without them there can be no forward motion, no benefit, no reaching targets, no satisfying journey across the lake or good stories to tell at my wake. So I made an important decision last week, the decision was that I need to overbalance my center of gravity once again and leave the comfort of Hong Kong to set new challenges and adventures. It’s time for a change, and this blog is going to document the journey.