Storms in Barcelona
Written on 4 October 2026; updated that evening. We were at a party at Miramar in Barcelona, watching a storm
Written on 4 October 2026; updated that evening. We were at a party at Miramar in Barcelona, watching a storm
Stone gateways, medieval churches and a lunch worth lingering over: Palau-sator and its neighbouring villages invite a slower look at Catalunya’s Baix Empordà. We explore Fontclara, Torrent, Pals and the villages between by bicycle, finding open countryside, quiet lanes and plenty of reasons to stop.
A Catalan Festa Major is part village fête, part street carnival and part declaration of local identity. In Corçà, giants, sardanes, brass bands, communal food, church traditions and late-night parties show how old customs still sit comfortably at the centre of village life.
We passed the Channel Islands sometime around the middle of the day and, as I write this, I suspect we are somewhere in the Bay of Biscay. There is something rather pleasing about not knowing precisely where you are. The ship knows. Presumably the captain knows. For the rest of us, there is sea outside the window and that seems sufficient.
Much of the day was spent driving to the port – Portsmouth in fact. You know the routine: Motorway –> delays –> arriving late at the port –> then getting the full security treatment including an inspection under the bonnet. Well we’re on board now. There’s entertainment, a party atmosphere. A demographic who really should be tucked up in bed by now with hot cocoa but are downing drinks from the bar instead.
Leaving Hong Kong isn’t easy, honestly. We’ve got family here, and there’s just so much we love—the people, the food, the walks, the markets… all of it. We’ve been lucky to visit quite a few times, and even spend the last three years coming back regularly. Staying in Sha Tin was new for us, but it turned out to be such a good experience. We’ll definitely be back.
So this was a day for packing. We return home tomorrow so it all has to come together today. The many things we’ve bought and the limited space left in our suitcases? Somehow we found time and money to buy those last minute items and squeeze them into what are already bulging suitcase
It’s Sunday, day of the ‘maids’ in Hong Kong. This is an extraordinary phenomenon, experienced intensely if you’re walking the streets of Central Hong or practically in any public space in Kowloon. There are something like 400,000 “domestic helpers” (“maids” to some, “servants” to a few) in Hong Kong. Yes, that’s a lot for a city/region of about 7.5 million. They are overwhelmingly female, and from the Philippines or from Indonesia.
The Sha Tin Bike paths run in many directions but the ones that attract border the Shing Man River which runs through the length of Sha Tin and then out to the estuary. There are bike paths on both sides used by cyclists, walkers and joggers. We got a couple of basic bikes (e-bikes are said to be illegal in Hong Kong!) from the bike shop next to the hotel. We cycled out towards the river and then East to the Chinese University for coffee and a nice piece of carrot cake.