Lamma This!

I had a terrific day riding the ferry to Lamma Island and hiking through a beautiful trail, but all this was short lived. Here I am at the end of the day minding my own business and taking pictures of a cat when this woman comes up to me and asks me why I’m taking pictures of her. Our exchange:

Ugly ho bag:  Why are you taking pictures of me?

Me: What? I’m taking pictures of the cat

Ugly ho bag: I don’t like people taking pictures of me. Can I see what you took.

Me: Fine. (shuffles through pictures) Here’s a picture of me, my food, my beer, and the cat. Why would I take a picture of you?!

Ugly ho bag: Where’s the cat?

Me: You’re standing where it was lazily lying!

In reflection, I should have added, “Why would I take pictures of your ugly face? And the cat left because your ugliness scared it away!”

Now I can’t enjoy my beer because she proceeds to talk annoyingly loud with her friend. That ugly ho bag has fouled my mood.

The view (no, not The View)

What’s great about Hong Kong?

For one thing you can live here without ever having to get a driver’s license. The public transportation is so incredibly convenient and efficient that you never have to drive a day in your life.  You have the double decker buses, minibuses, subways, trains, and numerous taxi cabs, all of which will take you virtually anywhere, even to Beijing!

Second, if you ever tire of the city congestion, you’re only 20-30 minutes away from the beaches and mother nature. Hong Kong has numerous hiking trails that are thoroughly planned and maintained to ensure the safety of its trekkers.

Third, it truly is  a melting pot of people of varied nationalities that make up the general ex-pat population who live on Hong Kong Island. We share with each other our rich cultures that’s generally exchanged over a pint of beer. It is then that I increasingly find myself spitting out, “bloody hell” and “rubbish.” Often times I’ll also pick up their native accents because it’s so bloody catchy.

Mama would be proud

Can’t say I’ve fully recovered, but I do feel 87% recharged. I followed my mama’s advice in making a ginger and chicken soup, which quickly warmed up my belly. Willis also got me some meds by pretending he was the patient; a little white lie doesn’t hurt, right? Anyhow, I’ll be cautious with my food intake, but it’s oh-so-hard to bypass food vendors when they smell with such sweet delight. It’ll be toast, soda crackers, and more ginger and chicken soup for the next few days. =/

I’ve got the runs

No, not the itch to go running, but the itch to use the toilet every two hours. =(

Needless to say, I haven’t been feeling quite well these past few days. And at times likes these, I just want my mommy. Surprisingly, Willis has done quite a good job taking care of his little sister =) Thanks geh!