It was in the middle of summer when I arrived in Hong Kong. There was this soggy feeling, as every pores in my body was oozing sweat, even in the nicely air-conditioned double-decker bus. Finally after years of dreaming, my feet were on solid dim-sum ground. You do not have to be a fortune teller to find out that this is going to another gourmand post. Mate, you are in Hong Kong after all.
Yum-cha is high tea essentially. Just swap cakes with dim sum and drink lots of tea.
I must say, the itinerary in Hong Kong was very simple. Find the best yum-cha spots in town, we will camp there for the week. Or consult your Cantonese cousin and figure it out from there. Alas, we decided Tsim Tsa Tsui was the place to be, because my cousin said so.
However, in any consultation with any well-travelled relatives, it might be wise to ask specific reasons why that area. For her, it was because the very area of Kowloon we were on, was also known as Korean Street. And she was craving Korean food when I asked her. Understandably, after living in Korea for two years at this point, the visual of Korean restaurants in blocks was disappointing. If you were in Tsim Tsa Tsui at the time and saw a crazy woman laughing bitterly, it was probably me.
Okay, exaggeration aside, and for the record I wasn’t that disappointed, but the laughing did happen. But thank goodness for subways and the centrality of Tsim Tsa Tsui because Temple Street, the famous night market is round the corner. Feast on street food, especially the seafood! It is a must, as everyone told me so. So I did. Again, this trip was really “I did because someone said so.” It is still research. *twiddling thumbs*
It was difficult keeping track of every food that I ate, because everything was so good and seriously there wasn’t much time before my tummy was screaming: ” Feed me!!” The gloriousness of food in Hong Kong was fulfilling.
However, no matter how glorious the food maybe, I must admit my temper had to be kept in check a lot more than I had to in a classroom.
I’ve heard about it from my cousin and friends but I didn’t think I would have so much issues with it. And I do not want to sound superior because I can, but it did ruin some of my Hong Kong, and later Macau experience.
The big peeve was about certain travellers from the other side of the border with no sense of social etiquettes, especially the etiquette of queueing. I experienced it in Georgia when someone would cut in my line in bakery or ticket booth. But never had I have to experience little children climbing through your legs just so they can hog two seats by themselves with no word of scolding by their parents, only laughter of amusement. Nor had I have to put up with people pushing me and knocking me down just so they can get to the front of an amusement park ride.
Okay, rant aside, Hong Kong is actually bigger than it looks. This country(?) packs a punch for a little guy. Next post, I’ll be deconstructing the mountains, the village and the seas of Hong Kong. Yes, Hong Kong has a countryside too!
Till then, hog some more memories.