The long awaited dump of snow finally arrived Whistler yesterday; but the signs were not visible or evident in the valley where it rained most of the time, sometimes rather hard. Su and I never really had a lot of experience with skiing in powder or fresh snow; and indeed my skis were not built…
I left off some five weeks ago when Whistler had a day of heavy rain and snow so much so that most chair lifts were closed. We returned to our homey Hong Kong for Chinese New Year, to catch up on lost sleep and lost news, to eat and drink and be with indulgent friends,…
I have noticed that internet traffic tends to be much lower on weekends: there are generally fewer emails and uploads such that weekend uploads have fewer viewers if at all, which might explain that my last letters had attracted very few readers, but that’s neither here nor there. In an age where people rely heavily…
I began my skiing career in February 2012 when I wrote four Letters from Whistler. I went back to these letters before I started writing this one, and I can’t help telling you that I was somewhat amused by what I had written then and am glad that I had done so. We had paid…
Elizabeth Gilbert wrote her Eat Pray Love which became a best seller and which was further popularized by Julia Roberts in the 2010 film of the same title. Sitting on my desk with sore limbs from five continuous albeit not full days of skiing, and with Su going out on solo, I thought that maybe we…
I left off where we were making our way to JFK Airport for Vancouver with the hope I would write to you from there. I never did. Surprise, surprise!! Now in the warm of our hotel room in Whistler after a quickly-put-together but wholesome dinner, and a week later, let me recall Vancouver. As a…
It never got nearly as cold as they had described when we were in NYC even though the mercury dropped below -8 Degrees Celsius when we were there. Indeed, it had been sunny most of the time, and I needed sunglasses to go out of the hotel. Central Park looked rather frosty and barren though…
I went to a few weddings and funerals recently. Weddings were inevitably in respect of children of friends, long on speeches and slapsticks but sometimes short on thanksgiving, while funerals were of friends, some older but some not so old. I met a long time friend at the last funeral and we went all the…
I have no wish to go back in time to those very early days when I longed for festive seasons such as Christmas. One supposes that it is easier to make children happy, but it won’t serve too much purpose to recall what made me happy those days even though I can never stop recalling…
Many friends I ran into often asked where I had been recently, citing the images or impressions they had gleaned on the Facebook pages. Strangely enough, Su and I barely left town in the last year. Indeed, apart from the month from mid March, we were home bound for the whole of 2014. The mind…
