Kangaroo Island

Vying with the Galápagos for Charles Darwin's destination, Kangaroo Island in South Australia is one of ours too. And yes, our family visited the island this winter.

Kangaroo Island, in essence, is four times the size of Hong Kong, minus all the people. All sugar-gum trees go well with everywhere-you-look wildlife. Flinders Chase National Park, located at the western edge of Kangaroo Island, is God's gift, or magical exhibition of whimsical stalactite arch (or architecture, if you prefer a wordier term).

Tucked away on Australia's oldest recognised park, this isolated environment is home to fur seals, kangaroos, echidnas and Cape Barren geese (plus koalas and platypuses introduced a hundred years ago when it was worried they would go extinct elsewhere). You will agree that this park is inhabited by wildlife rather than humans, once you notice that phone reception or wi-fi is minimal there. I'm not saying all signals are dead. Obviously you wish you could capture the world's most Instagrammed granite boulders, Remarkable Rocks. 

Untamed

Shortly after the worldwide demolition tour of the coronavirus, a growing panic became palpable everywhere. The resulting repercussion appeared in tweets, hashtags, news feed, and various platforms. And then the pent-up frustration are written in novels: Lucy by the Sea, Tom Lake, Wish You Were Here, and now Dream Count.  

The last one was written by a Nigerian author, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. As the book opens, a family Zoom call tells the story of how the long lines of people waiting to buy toilet paper in supermarkets, how the police are guarding toilet-paper lines, and why a spoon is needed for ATM. When it comes to coronavirus deaths, there's no such thing as too-much-caution – and it turns out the worry is the coronavirus can pass through gloves. To get around the fear, a sppon is used to press the passcode and then being thrown away. 

A spoon can be thrown away, but the panic can't be. Each new symptom – from face rashes to foot sores, from hoarse morning throat to an itch in the toe – can cause restlessness and endless Google search. 

Those frightening news are enough to give us a gray hair overnight. 

Calendar

The British countryside is known for its sweeping expanses and ever-changing seasons. Intrigued by the micro-seasonal changes, an ecologist, a book coach, a lecturer in human environmental geography, and a historian came together to write a book on their journey through a year, divided into 72 seasons. 

Their book, Nature's Calendar, is like a series of commas along a long road. The comma works like a speed bump to slow down our pace, to help us develop habits of observing the mind-blowing natural world. Be they animals or plants, be they a fan of tiny leaf-tips of daffodils in spring or mistletoe in winter, all can be delightful to look at. 

The day after I read Nature's Calendar, I received a much-loved gift of local mountain-themed calendar. The calendar collates twelve drawings of iconic peaks, each with its unique character and habitat. If Nature's Calendar is made up road signs by commas, this local calendar is a series of twelve periods. A well-placed period points to hiking enthusiasts where the pause should be, and when the next ascent should start.  

Camera

A sentence is more than its meaning; there can be both logic and lyric within the sentence. For that matter, a memory can be neither false nor true; our memory isn't fixed like a carbon copy inside our hippocampus. 

As I learned from the neuroscientist and psychologist Charan Ranganath, a memory is constructed from the past (when a story is being compressed in our archives) and the present (when we reboot our brain to pull up what we think had happened, or assemble those bits and pieces into what should have happened).

Over our lifetime, we have taken thousands of photographs – and maybe over 600,000 now that we have smartphones. Autobiographical memory, or recollection of personal life events, isn't necessarily made stronger by taking more pictures. This has been shown previously by cognitive psychologist that taking more photographs on a museum tour can actually impair our memory. The more pictures we take (to outsource or delegate memory to an external device), the fewer details about the objects and the objects' locations in the museum we can remember.     

Maybe the reason my memory is so bad is that I have too many moments left on my camera rolls. 

Money

If there’s something about the tradition of travel that is not worth keeping, currency exchange for cash is at the top of my list. 

Think about all the hassle of foreign exchange, and that of keeping the leftover cash every time you return from a foreign country. Traveler’s cheque is even more outmoded than the abacus. 

Mobile payment is really the way to go. I like the way of getting around in Macau with contactless smartcard. I had not visited Taiwan for quite some time, and returned there this week to attend a medical conference. The leftover coins and banknotes from the previous trips could have gathered dust. A better option, if not the best, would be bringing the Taiwan Easycard, which has no expiry date for the stored value. Get one and pay for the metro, city buses, plus bike rental and spending money at most convenience stores and supermarkets. 

Simple and neat.