Markets, markets, markerts. Ladies, western, food, clothes, electronics among others. All nice and enclosed to trap the sapping heat and smells. One shock was flicking through a few canvases finding the same painting, painted twice, noticeable differences included. I picture some poor aspiring painter hunched over an easel paiting the same picture over and over again. Still, it'll be sent in mail this afternoon. There was even one of Van Gough's sunflower.
Whilst at Danny Mung's, we'd noticed feasting over a single split hot pot, centered in the table, droping, cooking, and fishing out various morsoles of meats and vegies. On advice, we'd gone trecking for a restaurant about ten k's from the hotel, accompanied by an address in Chinese. Waiting in line to try the newly discovered fare, we observe the filleting, preparing, and serving of a live fish still mildy thrashing in shock of losing half it's body.
Seated, the well meaning supervisor tries to explain, but more successfully demonstrates , how and what to eat and bravely agree to his recommendations.
A variety of side dishes arrives, proscuitto thin steak, meat balls, and something we decided was the skin of a former animal? We prepared our own mixture of soy, chilly, spring onions, garlic / ginger / onion mix, and something else that was crunchy to use as a dipping sauce. Then, the main event, the hot pot, one side boiling with a beef style soup, the other white, with corn, tofu, a few unknown vegies, fish skin, and I think pig knuckle. Oh, and a big ole fish head. Although both a touch squeamish on the fish head, consumed and enjoyed. The meat balls especially tasty, with a garlicy buttered centre.
Hmmm, You'd think with all this talk of eating, all we've done is sample the local tucker?
Tonight, shopping, washing packing, then off to the peak for a night time view of HK and flying to Amsterdam and five past midnight.
Now, dim sum for breakfast :)
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