Hong Kong Day . . . 4? . . .

(Originally written down on paper and moved to the blog)

I really can't remember now how many days it's been . . . I feel really bad that I’m getting behind with pictures and now writing, but I’ve been so busy playing!!

Day 4 is already hazy in my mind. We woke up and dad worked so we left the hotel late once more. We told ourselves that, since we were going to be at the art museum for the majority of the day we had an excuse to sleep in.

We went to drop a few things off at the grandparent’s then we went out to eat with Uncle Lawrence, Auntie Carrie, and Ma Ma. We went to a top quality won ton noodle soup restaurant (read: hole in wall). Dad said that the noodles couldn’t be imitated and that they were the best won ton noodles ever, but I still liked his stuff better. Katy and I learned the “correct” way to eat won ton noodles; spoon with vinegar in one hand, chopsticks in the other.

Uncle Lawrence and Auntie Carrie had brought some don tarts for dessert! Let me just tell you, those things were like crack. If my veins had taste buds I would pump that junk through my veins on a secondly basis. I wouldn’t even care about the weight gained.

After eating, we grabbed some don tarts from the shop that Uncle Lawrence got them at, and headed to the museum on the MTR.

All I have to say about the art museum is that New York has Hong Kong beat as far as quantity and current art movements, but Hong Kong has New York beat for history of awesomeness. Seriously, some of the ancient Chinese craftwork was so incredibly intricate that I could physically feel my mind being blown.

After perusing the gift shop we headed to Jade Street.

Ah.

Jade Street and the joys thereof.

I could NEVER wheel and deal like my papito. He was seriously a beast! At one point Katy and I were so annoyed by the lady who would pull us over to her stall and make us look at her crap that we were going to give up, but we needed presents!! So we endured. Dear people getting jade, you should know how much stress and anguish was endured to obtain them. Wear them with pride!!

Dad bought me a beautiful bracelet, which has, since then, already lost one of its jade decorations. **whimper*

After Jade Street we headed over to Temple Street to look at all the stalls. Dad went into porn shops twice in order to escape the ridiculous heat of the night. Each time Katy and I had to yell at him to get out of there. By the second time we wondered if he hadn’t really meant to go in them.

I really regret not taking pictures of the street market and Jade Street but I was so hot and exhausted that I couldn’t think straight. We’ll get shots at women’s street! No worries.

We grabbed some cold soy milk and headed to the MTR to go to the grandparent’s. I think the best part about the MTR is that my dad keeps getting scared that we’re going to get lost and not know our way, so he has us lead him to where we’re going. After a little while he’ll start leading again and then gets lost and has to look at signs. Every single time either Katy or I would end up finding the correct way to go. I don’t think he’ll really need to worry ;D.

I was so tired by this point that when we arrived at the grandparent’s place I passed out on their couch. Luckily our dinner plans fell through so Ma Ma just made us jok (which was perfectly amazing <3). We went back to the hotel so we could go to sleep for yesterday’s frolic!

And that is all for day 4! Day 4 felt like a million years long just because we were walking around in the heat, but we didn’t even do that much!!

Don’t worry. We kind of made up for it in Macau. On to the Macau trip post!!