I am trying hard to fit into to the Hong Kong culture and I am failing miserably. I think the cookie monster strapped to a giant backpack is a dead giveaway of a tourist. But being a tourist also has some advantages…so far I have managed to get discounts and free pastries for telling the owners about life in Canada. To AJung, meet a Junk. (insert laughter here)
Saturday I visited my old neighborhood, Hung Hom, the buildings are getting old but have developed characters of their own.
Me in front of the park that I spent many of my childhood hours scraping my knees and terrorizing the flower beds.
Chinese markets are always filled with surprises. Here are some shriveled up lizards for soup/medicine, I thought about buying some to hang in my room, like a trophy!
Here is a classic butcher scene. People can actually handle and sniff the meat before buying.