Gone for a bit
Postings will be sporadic over the next week as I am traveling to Singapore and throughout Vietnam (known as ‘nam to you to older folks). c u soon lol
The market
Crazy giant sea snails
Empty stalls
The cafeteria
The woman takes our order
The kitchen
Hissing shrimp
The aftermath
Dirty underwear hung to dry on sidewalk
Wednesday November 4 - Day 7
Every day I say “that was the best meal we’ve had this trip.” Today was no different. We went to Aberdeen, which is a fishing port on the other side of Hong Kong island. On the dock there is a big market filled with the day’s catch, most of which is still flopping around, ready to be eaten. Above the fish market is a hall of tables and a few open kitchens where women will prepare anything you want from the market. It’s straight out of one of those food travel shows where the host points at a fish, they kill it, and prepare it to your liking. The best part is that they cover the tables in plastic so you gorge with your hands, ripping flesh apart, and throwing the shells aside.
Can you count how many things in this photo you’ll never have? I count one: A purse.
Michelle did an interview
YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS MY NIG!
Taco goodness
Tuesday November 3 - Day 7
I got some serious anxiety today, because I haven’t done any work on the entire trip. I know that sounds insane, but I get antsy when I’m not somewhat productive and all of a sudden want to work on 1000 different things. I have a million ideas but only execute 1% of each, so my hard drive is a graveyard of unfinished projects.
We spent the early part of the day aimlessly strolling, shopping, and doing all of that sort of junk. Michelle had the opportunity to interview a really famous fashion designer who is visiting from Paris, so we chilled with him for a hour and I took a bunch of pictures.
We spent the night working on some new projects, and cooking MEXICAN FOOD. Yes, MEXICAN FOOD. I can assure you, there isn’t a plethora of taco trucks rolling around these streets so you have to improvise.
Four Seasons Dim Sum
Mirror Shot
Mel
Monday November 2 - Day 6
OH MY GOD MICHELLE’S BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We started the day out with eating breakfast in bed: baguette, truffled salami, raspberry jam, and manchego cheese. Once the bed was sufficiently filled with crumbs and jam stains we headed out into the city and strolled around Central and the IFC Center, waiting for lunch. If you haven’t noticed by now, all we do is eat, or wait to eat.
Every “foodie” (hate that word) says that the best dim sum in all of Hong Kong is at the Four Seasons Hotel’s three Michelin starred Lung King Heen. It’s definitely not cheap, but it’s not outrageous either considering the food, service, and view. I wouldn’t call it traditional dim sum, but great for a special occasion.
We headed out and bought a big strawberry cake and chomped it at Michelle’s mom’s apartment, and then headed back to our apartment to……you guessed it…get ready to eat dinner. There is an old carriage house near our apartment that was transformed into a British restaurant called The Pawn. The menu and decor looked amazing, but like most gweilo (Chinese slang for white people…literally translated to “white ghost”) food, it sucked. The guys at the table next to us were talking really loud about making websites, which was REALLY annoying to hear at dinner, and our chicken for two was extremely dry. The bar scene looked fun, so I’ll probably check that out sometime soon.
I woke up in the middle of the night and my stomach was killing me…I didn’t drop a deuce, but i was up for a hour or two rolling around in bed, cursing the restaurant.
Being rich rules…you can just buy new livers for you and your buddies after you drink too much your entire life.
Though the average waiting time for a liver in California is three years, Goto got one in just six weeks, despite the fact that he was reportedly No. 80 on the hospital’s waiting list. Three of his Yakuza associates also got liver transplants, costing them about $400,000 dollars each, all paid for in cash
Sunday November 1 - Day 5
I spent my Sunday doing what any normal tourist would do: Protesting a major international bank who ripped off hundreds of Hong Kong citizens with high risk bonds that were illegal to sell in America. They had no problem selling them to Chinese speaking people who had no idea what they were buying, nor any clue that when the shit hit the fan last year, they’d all be out of their life savings.
* Full disclosure: I am a minuscule share holder in said bank.
