[I wrote this the other day in Hong Kong but didn't get the photos loaded in time to publish it.]
I'm sitting by the side of the ugliest pool in the world. Our day in Hong Kong got off to a slow start - I woke at 10.30am, after 12 hours sleep. Then we woke Olle at 11.30am. He'd been awake for two hours in the middle of the night (co-parent dealt with that). We have to check out later this afternoon so had only a few hours to sightsee. We caught a tram to a market which wasn't very interesting. Olle began to complain about shopping so we gave up on 'seeing Hong Kong' and came back here so he could swim.
He's put up with adult activities with great patience on this trip. It helps a lot that he's very adaptable - he'll eat just about anything, he enters into play with other, unknown, children very easily. He often goes to sleep on the couch at various of our friends' houses in Sydney when we've been to their place for dinner. Even at age seven we can carry him sleeping to the car and he doesn't wake up. This came in very handy in England where we might be eating at different houses three or four evenings in a row. Though we also achieved some stability - weirdly, we know six different households who now live within 10 minutes walk of each other in north London (they haven't all lived there all the time we've known them, but have coincidentally all moved to that area.) Three of these six households have children, so there was a regular supply of kids for Olle to play with. We stayed in this little 'village' for most of our time in London.
Olle has been to London before - at 10 months and again at three and a bit. It was strange being with him in places that I'd been with him before and he couldn't remember them at all - not even the grandparental home. He will remember this visit, but I'm sure his memories will be very different from my memories. I asked him yesterday what the highlights of his trip were - he said "Legoland and Gabe". Gabe is a 10 year old boy who has a Playstation - star attraction!
One big new thing from this trip was the Beano. He was lent some copies by a nine year old girl and was hooked. The Beano doesn't appeal to me at all, but at least it's not offensive. He now has a treasured copy of the Beano 2006 Annual and even branched out to the Dandy at the airport newsagent.
This is my first ever Typepad photo album, featuring the edited highlights of Olle's holiday. (We did take pictures of people and places other than him, I can assure you - they'll come later.)