I've Been Guilted Into Posting More

So I'll be combining two days (4 & 5) into one post.  Partly because I'm lazy, and partly because Day 4 was lame.  The lameness was not the fault of Camber.  It was primarily lame because Jeff & I needed to practice harp for a couple of hours, since we had a four-hour duet gig to play the day after we got back.  We found a fabulous business - the Hong Kong Harp Center - and they rent practice rooms by the hour.  It sounds like a sleazy hotel, but they charge more than that so they must be legit.

Camber found the building in which the Harp Center was located without any trouble whatsoever.  We were all (C included) impressed by this feat.  After the marathon practice session, we met up with C's little friends for dim sum.  C has already shared some pictures of us, so I'll just show you the food.

   

Yeah, those are fish heads and cow stomach.  Yum!  Fortunately, C's normal friends don't eat that stuff either.  

 

Poultry comes in colors not found in nature.  Duck necks, anyone?

Camber was convinced that there were no flamingos in Kowloon Park.  The one that's directly behind her office.  Her coworkers, however, were on our side, and we have proof of the pink birds' existence.

That evening we took the Peak Tram to "take it all in" from Victoria Peak.  No long lines for the tram, and apparently it is also much safer than the SkyRail 360.  Strange that C came with us for this one, but not Ngong Ping.

Look at that view!  The next day, we took the bus to Stanley to visit the juice stand where The, Dad, consumed large quantities of apple juice.

 

Camber was kind enough to pose long enough for me to take the picture of the hot guy behind her.

Sometimes you need a little religion, sometimes you need a newspaper.  Then you need more religion.  It's so convenient!

We saw the harbor and the temple...

Then C & I went to the maritime museum where we saw boats carved out of ivory and got to play a rescue simulation game.  As it turns out, neither of us is very good at Morse Code.

 

Serendipitously, we found a boat bound for Po Toi leaving from Stanley that very morning.  Po Toi was high on the list of places I had asked C to include in our "itinerary".  It can only be reached by ferry twice during the week, and we happened to catch it!  The sea was angry that day, and I realized that I get motion sickness.  This was our boat to the island:

Upon our arrival, we decided to climb a hill, following the signs to some cave hut or grave.  It said it was 13 minutes.  An hour later, we gave up.  But we did get some good pictures for our effort!

The main/only attraction on the island is this seafood restaurant.  It is frequented by rich snobs with yachts - and their giant dogs.

We sat upon the beach for awhile, and I collected souvenirs from the Ming Dynasty.  Camber wouldn't let me keep them.

More pictures from the island.  It was...primitive.

Back in Stanley, we got pills "for when you get in the boat, go up and down, clutch your stomach".  Camber's Cantonese saved the day again!  Going through the market, we saw this example of capitalistic subtlety:

We took the bus from Stanley to Aberdeen, and saw this group of women doing the hand jive.

I received a bad sunburn at the Buddha, and requested that Camber find me some ancient Chinese cure.  I was a bit surprised when she brought this:

Thanks for taking care of me, C!