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Travels & Book with

Diane Wickles

Hong Kong. Everyone knows Hong Kong as skyscrapers, glamour and glitz in a crowded metropolis, but when the crowds and sidewalks get to you there are places to go to relax and slow down.

·         Lantau Island, the largest island of Hong Kong, is home to Hong Kong’s Disneyland and the international airport. But if you go behind the world’s largest outdoor sitting Buddha statue and hike up to Lantau Peak, the second highest point in the city, you will be rewarded not with the traditional Hong Kong skyline but with a beautiful panorama of lush green forests. 

·         Lamma Island is one of Hong Kong’s many outlying islands. This island has a very laid-back atmosphere with no cars allowed and a restriction of the height of buildings. It’s also well known for its excellent seafood.

·         Ping Shan Heritage Trail depicts the New Territories history with sites at temples, Hakka villages and monasteries. This trail features very old buildings and a more rustic atmosphere than the bustling city.

·         Wildlife Parks and Reserves Although Hong Kong does not have a zoo, it does have several wildlife and marine parks which are well worth a visit.

If you’re like me, I love fortune cookies! Yes, I know fortune cookies are not a traditional Chinese dish. History has them originating in California in the early 1900s. Still, they are fun to share. Here’s a craft where you can make cloth fortune cookies that won’t spoil: You Tube Fortune Cookies

 

A deadly Philippines typhoon stole Annie’s memory. Now, can a handsome Chinese stranger save her from the danger she has forgotten?

Leyte Province in the Philippines. Her running steps echoed from the walls. Would he catch her? It meant white slavery if he did. Slamming open the kitchen door, she burst out of the hotel despite the typhoon ravaging the eastern coast. The destructive winds and rains were buffered in the alleyway behind the hotel, but she still had to fight for each step away from the man she knew was just behind her.

             Without warning, massive walls of water rushed into the alley from both ends. The sixteen-foot wave scooped her up and battered her against the buildings. When the storm surge receded, she lay bruised and unconscious beneath a mass of water-logged debris.   

           “I’m told there are eleven buildings, besides this church, serving as shelters,” Father Donovan said. “I haven’t left here since the typhoon hit four days ago. Is the damage extensive?”

          “Yes. Very. Many people with no homes, no food,” Deshi Han replied.

           Father Donovan put his hand on Deshi’s shoulder. “You brought much-needed food and supplies. Your movies are loved but your charity work is well-known here in the Philippines. I thank you. You are truly doing God’s work, my son.”

            Deshi watched as a volunteer passed out the blankets he had brought, which would help to cushion the pews they were using for beds. He shook his head. “I wish I do more.”

            “Perhaps there is something …” Father Donovan began.

            “What, Father?” He followed the priest to a courtyard. A young woman sat beside a storm-crushed rose bed. Deshi guessed her to be American, in her early twenties. “Who she, Father?”

            “No one knows, not even her.” Father Donovan tilted his head to the side and sighed. “She has no memory of anything before the typhoon. One of the doctors informed me that she just needs rest to regain her memory.”

            Deshi watched the girl slowly gather the broken branches from around the few unharmed plants. A child about five years old ran up and tapped her on the shoulder. The young woman’s solemn face broke into a smile as the child led her away toward another section of the church.

            Father Donovan turned to Deshi. “But she won’t get that rest here. She has nightmares and cries for the orphaned and injured children. I’ve prayed for someone to claim her and take her away from here.”

            “We delivered the supplies to the kitchen.” Jun Chew, Deshi’s assistant, spoke in Cantonese as she approached them.

            Deshi turned away from the doorway, nodded at Jun then called to his business manager, “Where the next shelter, Paul?”

            Paul Wu shook his head then responded in English. “We have distributed all the supplies we brought, Deshi. That is all we can do today.”

            “Besides,” Jun continued in Cantonese, “we have to get back or you will be late for the senior citizen center opening.”

            The supplies had gone so fast. They had only been to six of the eleven shelters and there were so many people still in need. “Maybe one more thing I can do today,” Deshi said with a sigh. “Father?”

            The priest’s right hand clutched the large cross at his neck and he smiled. “Yes, my son?

            “I will take her.”

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Bonus recipe!

Asian Garlicky Zucchini & Tomatoes over Rice Noodles

2 med zucchini, sliced 1/4 inch

2 T Olive Oil

2 Garlic Cloves, diced or mashed

1 15oz can diced tomatoes

½ can corn

Asian rice noodles (found in ethnic section of grocery store)

Tamari or soy sauce

Sesame seeds

Saute zucchini in olive oil ‘til soft. Add garlic, tomatoes and corn and simmer

10-15 minutes. Serve over cooked rice noodles. Sprinkle with tamari and

sesame seeds.

 

Wow, Diane! What a lot of stuff you've shared today. I love fortune cookies and the one you shared is adorable.

Well, readers, what do you think--to fortune or not?