There are plenty of... curious adverts around, but the most... curious involved a sexy girl lying, eyes closed on a beach with a man in press-up position on top of her. But he’s looking at the camera with a really worried look on his face. To one side is a picture of a box of tissues. It was all in Cantonese, but are you thinking what I’m thinking?
Waving a sword around in a public park would most likely get you arrested in most places I’ve been. Here it’s just Tai Chi.
I think it might be terrapin mating season. The (I suppose) boys in the carp pond in the local park are getting frisky, swimming in front of the (I suppose) girls, waving and fluttering their front paws in the girls’ faces. Not a technique I feel would work for us on a Friday night down the pub.
There are various ways of getting across to the mainland and back. By road through a couple of tunnels, by MTR (metro) and by far the best... by the Star Ferry – an old chugging thing which gives you five minutes of great views in both directions. And it costs the princely sum of 2HKD (Hong Kong Dollars) = 20 cents / 15p.
There are a few whacky haircuts around. Saw a really old guy with a Mohican.
I’m not too keen on some of their food/medicine products. Various shops near us sell sharks’ fins, deer antlers and foetuses, pigs uterus, and live crabs with all their legs bound up so they’re a nice square package to take home.
Hong Kong feels an incredibly safe place, maybe because punishments for minor misdemeanours are so harsh. Not putting your seatbelt on in a minibus is 5000HKD (500 euro) and 3 months imprisonment. Chucking rubbish in The Harbour from the ferry is double that! I’m not sure they’re enforced though. No-one puts the seatbelt on and there’s plenty of floating paper and plastic in The Harbour.
Also I discovered we can watch CCTV from the lifts and front entrance on our TV. (Apparently this is quite normal in modern tower blocks.) So Amanda waved goodbye to me from the bottom of the lift that day. Not daily viewing, however.
Although the top floor is 55, with us on 49, there is no floor 13 and also no floor 4, 14, 24, 34, 44 and 54. Apparently the word for four, when coupled with floor (sei lau) sounds a bit like ‘death’.
It’s still fine weather and 22C. Last day at the beach was November 20th.
Walked up Victoria Peak with a picnic and a bottle of wine to watch the sunset.
Postage is really cheap: 3HKD (30 cents, 25p) to send a postcard or Christmas card to Europe.
Favourite Cantonese phrase at the moment: ‘dak n dak’ = ‘okay’
You have to admire HK labourers/delivery men/builders. One little guy delivered our 3-person sofa on his own, carrying it on his back.
And to repair the outside wall, a scaffold builder hung out our window, holding on with one hand and only one leg inside, drilling holes in the wall with the other hand. Ok, he had a harness on, but we are 49 (ok, really only 43) floors up!
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Waving a sword around in a public park would most likely get you arrested in most places I’ve been. Here it’s just Tai Chi.
I think it might be terrapin mating season. The (I suppose) boys in the carp pond in the local park are getting frisky, swimming in front of the (I suppose) girls, waving and fluttering their front paws in the girls’ faces. Not a technique I feel would work for us on a Friday night down the pub.
There are various ways of getting across to the mainland and back. By road through a couple of tunnels, by MTR (metro) and by far the best... by the Star Ferry – an old chugging thing which gives you five minutes of great views in both directions. And it costs the princely sum of 2HKD (Hong Kong Dollars) = 20 cents / 15p.
There are a few whacky haircuts around. Saw a really old guy with a Mohican.
I’m not too keen on some of their food/medicine products. Various shops near us sell sharks’ fins, deer antlers and foetuses, pigs uterus, and live crabs with all their legs bound up so they’re a nice square package to take home.
Hong Kong feels an incredibly safe place, maybe because punishments for minor misdemeanours are so harsh. Not putting your seatbelt on in a minibus is 5000HKD (500 euro) and 3 months imprisonment. Chucking rubbish in The Harbour from the ferry is double that! I’m not sure they’re enforced though. No-one puts the seatbelt on and there’s plenty of floating paper and plastic in The Harbour.
Also I discovered we can watch CCTV from the lifts and front entrance on our TV. (Apparently this is quite normal in modern tower blocks.) So Amanda waved goodbye to me from the bottom of the lift that day. Not daily viewing, however.
Although the top floor is 55, with us on 49, there is no floor 13 and also no floor 4, 14, 24, 34, 44 and 54. Apparently the word for four, when coupled with floor (sei lau) sounds a bit like ‘death’.
It’s still fine weather and 22C. Last day at the beach was November 20th.
Walked up Victoria Peak with a picnic and a bottle of wine to watch the sunset.
Postage is really cheap: 3HKD (30 cents, 25p) to send a postcard or Christmas card to Europe.
Favourite Cantonese phrase at the moment: ‘dak n dak’ = ‘okay’
You have to admire HK labourers/delivery men/builders. One little guy delivered our 3-person sofa on his own, carrying it on his back.
And to repair the outside wall, a scaffold builder hung out our window, holding on with one hand and only one leg inside, drilling holes in the wall with the other hand. Ok, he had a harness on, but we are 49 (ok, really only 43) floors up!
32 MORE PHOTOS IF YOU CLICK ON THIS LINK: here