Tennis

The South China Athletic Association have tennis courts available
across Hong Kong; there's some in Wan Chai, close to where I live for
the next week, and also up in Jordan, near my friend's place.

Now it's been over two years that I've lived in Happy Valley, in
reasonable range of a public tennis court, and in all that time I've
played precisely zero games, so in order to maintain this immaculate
record, I took the train to Jordan.

Waiting for launch

I got up early, and it was raining. Despite this downpour, I headed over to Lincoln's Inn Fields with my father for a game of tennis. The weather didn't let up, so for a last proper taste of London, we went to Starbucks. After half an hour the rain abated, so we got in nine games of tennis, and then packed it in. It was the first game of tennis I've played since probably April of 2008, so I was more than a little bit rusty, but I still made a few odd shots, curving the ball just into the tram lines with the occasional very lucky backhand. Maybe I should spend the cold evenings in wintry Hong Kong practising my service game – currently I'm lobbing them in, with the implicit hope that my opponent will have gone to sleep before the ball lands.