Rugby and Drinking

The two really are husband and wife, aren't they?

My sister and her boyfriend arrived in Hong Kong yesterday - sooooo excited!

But their visit coincided with the biggest, wildest and drunkest weekend in Hong Kong - the rugby sevens.

The rugby stole all our cabs and we couldn't get to the airport in time - my two peeps were sitting in the arrivals hall twidling their thumbs for half an hour.

The rugby turned our tame little catch up drinks in Lan Kwai Fong into a joint fight to cross the street without one of us becoming swallowed up inside a heaving ocean of people, never to be heard from again.

The rugby turned a few random blokes so drunk, they were literally passing out on the street in front of us (yeeech).

But the rugby also gave us some good laughs, as those in hilarious costumes paraded up and down the street - and certainly sent the atmosphere up a notch (or ten thousand).

But never mind - I get to enjoy the next few days with my sis and our almost-hubbys!

Oh and several thousand rugby fans.

Have a gorgeous weekend x