Hong Kong, China - Nov 2006

Hong Kong is on the eastern side of the Pearl River Delta on the southeastern coast of the People's Republic of China, facing the South China Sea in the south, and bordering Guangdong Province in the north. Hong Kong was a British colony from 1842, until its sovereignty was transferred to the PRC in 1997. Subsequently, unlike Japan, English is widely spoken in Hong Kong which made it really easy to get around.

At first I was a bit reluctant to go to Hong Kong because I was terrified of seeing the bloody slaughtering and eating of dogs on the streets. Luckily, we saw none of this - the grossest thing we saw in a restaurant window (where we did NOT eat) were lungs and other unidentified bodyparts of unidentified animals being boiled in a pot.

On the first day we went shopping - Darin hoped to find some cheap electronics and I was hoping to find some cheap knock-off designer purses. At the Ladies Market (a bustling outdoor market jam-packed with all kinds of merchandise) I found the motherload. (See the display board behind me on the picture). The stalls selling the purses only have a catalogue containing everything from Chanel, Prada, Balenciaga and Chloe purses to Tag Heuer and Rolex watches. At one stall, as we were excitedly browsing through one of these catalogues a "sales dude" (a young chinese man with slicked-back greasy hair who spoke fairly good english) told us that he would show us the merchandise at his "shop" closeby. I started having visions of us following this bloke down a smelly dark alley where we would be mugged at knife point by his cronies, left wallet and passportless to die in the streets of Hong Kong, when my thoughts were interupted by Darin's voice saying "Ok, show us!". I was so surprised that I didn't even argue, and Darin winked at me as we followed sales dude down a narrow walkway weaving through the stalls to a seedy looking building. We entered the narrow building and got to a very old elevator that didn't look very reliable. The three of us got in and sales dude pressed the button to the 9th floor. At this point my heart was beating louder than the creaking of the elevator and I was trying very hard to recall all the self defense moves I had learnt at kick boxing class. When we got to the ninth floor, we got out and sales dude led us to a door that had one of those sliding metal burglary doors on it. When he unlocked the doors and let us in, all my fears vanished as we stepped into a room filled from floor to ceiling with the best made fake purses I have ever seen! Darin made a beeline for the watches at the one end of the room while I just gazed at all the Tod's, Prada and Coach bags dangling in front of me. Sales dude then showed me an adjacent room containing only Louis Vuitton purses and luggage, and another room containing all sorts of wallets. I was thrilled!

Later that day we went on a night tour of Hong Kong. This time we made sure that the narration was in English. We went to a night market (selling more knock-offs) and after that we were whisked to a floating restaurant called "Jumbo" where we were promised to enjoy and 8 course dinner of "fine authentic chinese cuisine". While the food was good, the portions were tiny - served in little saucers - and there was nothing really authentic about it. It was chinese food as we know it in America. But I don't know if I would have been able to stomach authentic chinese food anyhow, so it was ok.

We were seated at a round table with other tour group goers and this is where we met Katrina and Lloyd - a young couple from Wales who were on their honeymoon and en route to Bali. We immediately clicked with them and chatted away. On Darin's other side sat a Korean bloke who bought an entire bottle of Japanese clear liquor that tasted and smelled like petrol and was very very strong. He happily shared it with everyone at the table - and this is where the trouble started.

After dinner we rode the ferry back and stumbled to the bus that took us to a look-out point to view the harbour of Hong Kong. It was spectacular (the view, not the bus ride). Being the 2 youngest couples on the tour, Katrina and Lloyd and Darin and I decided to head to a swanky nightlife area called SoHo after the tour. There were a lot of bars and many expats and we walked around for a bit. Then we decided to go to a Kareoke bar - something about "when in Rome"... Anyway, this was no ordinary Kareoke place. It was like a hotel where you and your group checked into a sound proof room containing a large screen telly , some comfy couches and microphones. This guarantees you privacy, and no doubt embarrassment from the greater mass of people. Apparently, chinese people have business meetings and corporate events here!

Anyway, the unexplained mystery of Kareoke hit me the next morning when I tried to figure out how adults could possibly think that belting out "Girls just wanna have fun" at the top of their lungs in front of virutal strangers is a terrific idea. I hope that Lloyd and Katrina had a fabulous time in Bali, and that they would contact us when they got back. Perhaps they would be able to clarify the mystery of the missing wallet and the white jacket and also inform us of the whereabouts of certain incriminating pictures taken at the Kareoke place?

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Hong Kong - Nov 2006