Louis Vitton tights?

Sunday was another fun day. We were hoping to be able to see more of Hong Kong but it rained again all day so we got to see more of the inside of buildings in Hong Kong which I guess is mostly what you see in Hong Kong anyways. This gives me reason to go back and see the peak and take the elevator or tram around the island.

I woke up early for a great massage in the spa. I have to admit though I have started to look at small older female masseuses with a measure of fear now. The amount of good pain they can inflict on my body is amazing. This one was no different; I did not fall asleep in the massage but am still feeling better now.

Afterwards I met up with my dad for breakfast after which we decided to grab the ferry from Kowloon (the crescent part of the city on the mainland) to Hong Kong Island. The ferry was a wonder of efficiency. We just missed one (they shut the gate about .5 seconds before we reached it) but the next one was there and leaving within about 6 minutes.


For some reason I seem to attract crazy people wherever I go and the ferry station was no different. This woman ran up to me with a box of custard rolls that had a phone number on it and said something to me in what I am assuming was Cantonese. I understood phone number and “tall and handsome”. I politely refused a couple of times then had to spend the next minute pretending like she was not there. My dad foolishly thought that was the end of it but I knew better. He sat down in an empty row in the ferry and she blocked us in by sitting right next to me. To her credit though she said nothing while on the ferry she just stared at me intently for a while waiting for me to make some flicker of acknowledgment. As we got off though she had to give it the old college try and waved the box in front of my face while saying something unintelligible to me.


The island itself was really interesting. We saw the maid / helper phenomenon first mentioned to me by Jason. It seems like most of the domestic help in Hong Kong is from Southeast Asia and on their days off most of these people (almost exclusively female) gather in the covered spots on the Island and picnic or just hang out and talk. It was a lot of people like 1000’s a lot. At one point I went to a public restroom and the line for the female one was around the block.






We also had lunch at another dim sum place. Apparently the place we went to was one of the last (if not the last) old school dim sum place in Hong Kong where they roll around the carts and you pick what you want of them. This was kind of surprising to me and I need to do a little more research to make sure the concierge was not blowing smoke up my arse.

Basically we just went shopping and looking at hotels. I tried on many clothes that did not fit at all the high end places you could imagine (Versace, Valentino …). Finally I found a pair of pants at Zegna yet again. Thank god for someone who makes nice clothes in a bigger size. My dad got a nice jacket at the biggest Armani I have every seen in my life. It was basically a shopping mall full of Armani’s (Sweets, flowers, house, and clothes).

One cool thing about here is that if you order clothes they bring them back to the hotel for you so you do not have to carry them around. My clothes beat us home.


Yes these are indeed Louis Vitton tights.

We headed back to the hotel for tea which was British but good. The scones were amazing. It was also just fun taking a little break during the day to hang out and do nothing (like shopping was doing something). After tea though we headed right to dinner where both my dad and I thought we were not going to eat anything. He ate a decent amount and I ate a ton. We ate a Sichuan place called Hutong which was one of the best restaurants I have been to period.

We had fish in black bean sauce and drunken and crispy pigeons. The crispy ones were better. Remembering Wil’s comment on how good pigeon ass was I ate every last bit of the pigeon that was remotely edible, including the head. This prompted much amusement among the wait staff who were probably thinking to themselves what is this crazy foreigner doing eating the decoration.

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We got to see the light show again with some better pictures being taken this time before we left. Afterwards we went up to the Felix bar in the hotel to have a quiet drink but dad made the fatal mistake of talking to a guy from LA who was not quiet for the rest of the time there. Finally we shoved off and headed to bed