Last night, Alley, Jonah, and I went to see a live concert at the Cavern in Lan Kwai Fong and Alley and I quickly fell in love with a Hong Kong band. Maybe it was the red lighting, maybe it was the double bass, maybe it was the suspenders, but the band Born to Hula rocks in a strange, magical way. (www.myspace.com/borntohula)
Then we went for breakfast at the 24-hour diner, The Flying Pan. After a never-ending breakfast masterpiece complete with omelette, toast, potatoes, fruit, and grapefruit juice (which reminded me of Jersey for a moment), I headed for the escalator back to the apartment. It's strange really... how Hong Kong can seem very much like New York City. But walk just some blocks in another direction, and you end up in a traditonal street market with women who look like my grandmother, selling string beans. Or a park full of wild monkeys. A dream city for the homesick and for the adventurous.
Today: reading, writing, trying to fix our fridge, dumplings, shaking my rug out the window, more reading.
Then we went for breakfast at the 24-hour diner, The Flying Pan. After a never-ending breakfast masterpiece complete with omelette, toast, potatoes, fruit, and grapefruit juice (which reminded me of Jersey for a moment), I headed for the escalator back to the apartment. It's strange really... how Hong Kong can seem very much like New York City. But walk just some blocks in another direction, and you end up in a traditonal street market with women who look like my grandmother, selling string beans. Or a park full of wild monkeys. A dream city for the homesick and for the adventurous.
Today: reading, writing, trying to fix our fridge, dumplings, shaking my rug out the window, more reading.
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Jealous...
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