I wandered aimlessly around a practically deserted Hong Kong, which if it were a person, would be the Prufrock's "patient etherised upon a table".
After 4 hours my feet are beginning to melt. But it's 11am and I want to see the markets. My friend Vanessa is now up and off we go.
First Stop: Fruit and Veg Market, Central
Luckily, not everything's destined for the pot and we make our first local friend.
I'm practically delirious with longing when I see him and have to be dragged away before I make a scene.
Ah, when love goes wrong, nothing goes right. So I stop at a fly kitchen, (street stalls serving delicious food but famed for their questionable hygiene) and console myself with a Chinese delicacy, the pork bun. The bread is soft and foamy and the meat is succulent.
The Ladies Market, Mongkok, Tung Choi Street
The market has hundreds of stalls of pointless souvenirs, iphone accessories, jewellery and other knickknacks. I want it all and end up haggling over an armful of jade bracelets and a necklace.
The Chinese believe that Jade links the spiritual and physical worlds, and in the past Taoist alchemists drunk elixirs of powdered jade to guard against evil. Babies are still given tiny jade bracelets to protect against bad luck and if it's good enough for their chubby little arms, it's good enough for mine.
Durian is the smelliest fruit in the world. No really, I'm not using hyperbole, it actually reeks.
But Vanessa wanted to try it and being a good sport, I braved it too.
It tasted sweet, but i just couldn't get past the fact that it smelt like a pack of Alsations had chased a ball into a biogas fermenter (I imagine those things are pretty pongy) and were also paying the price for too much chicken vindaloo. Don't try this at home folks.
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