Friday 22nd Jan 2010 11:40 pm
I haven’t seen Hong Kong in awhile, so during the flight I was geared up. Nothing out of the ordinary happened inflight; watched movies and ate terrible airline food.
Anyway after we arrived at our apartment in Sheung Shui (literally Up with Water) we took the car to Mong Kok (literally Busy Horn) for some dinner. We went to a western style restaurant named The Sky Bar. We had a deaf waitress who couldn’t hear our orders and made us repeat ourselves. When I came up to order I explained to her my Cantonese was a bit rusty, but I thought her ears were a bit rusty when she came back with lemon water instead of the Sprite I ordered. I sent it back, but then my mum came back from the toilet and told me she had ordered the lemon water. Embarrassed, I had to ask the waitress to bring it back. I guess she wasn’t a bad waitress, we were just bad customers.
We were in a really large mall so we took some time to look around. My brother pointed out a shop with a terrible pun name; Cho-‘COOL’-ate.
It sold clothes.
Another shop was called The Bus Model Shop. It was exactly what the name tells you, an entire shop dedicated to model buses and the jerks who collect them.
My brother and I were in a shop looking at miniature chairs. We were playing around with them when the store clerk told us to put them down and pointed at a sign. It was in Chinese, which we couldn’t read so we accepted that it wasn’t our fault. As we were leaving I saw a girl knock over a handbag from the shelf. She looked at it and decided to ignore it. As she walked passed I asked, “You gonna pick that up?” Silence, she just stared at me. “Bit rude just knocking over a bag and walking off.” Then I realised I was still speaking in English and getting some weird looks. By that time the store clerk had already picked up the bag. I don’t think he wanted us there anymore.
Well that was a fun first night overseas. Tomorrow we have a wedding to attend. Time to meet the extended family.
I haven’t seen Hong Kong in awhile, so during the flight I was geared up. Nothing out of the ordinary happened inflight; watched movies and ate terrible airline food.
Anyway after we arrived at our apartment in Sheung Shui (literally Up with Water) we took the car to Mong Kok (literally Busy Horn) for some dinner. We went to a western style restaurant named The Sky Bar. We had a deaf waitress who couldn’t hear our orders and made us repeat ourselves. When I came up to order I explained to her my Cantonese was a bit rusty, but I thought her ears were a bit rusty when she came back with lemon water instead of the Sprite I ordered. I sent it back, but then my mum came back from the toilet and told me she had ordered the lemon water. Embarrassed, I had to ask the waitress to bring it back. I guess she wasn’t a bad waitress, we were just bad customers.
We were in a really large mall so we took some time to look around. My brother pointed out a shop with a terrible pun name; Cho-‘COOL’-ate.
It sold clothes.
Another shop was called The Bus Model Shop. It was exactly what the name tells you, an entire shop dedicated to model buses and the jerks who collect them.
My brother and I were in a shop looking at miniature chairs. We were playing around with them when the store clerk told us to put them down and pointed at a sign. It was in Chinese, which we couldn’t read so we accepted that it wasn’t our fault. As we were leaving I saw a girl knock over a handbag from the shelf. She looked at it and decided to ignore it. As she walked passed I asked, “You gonna pick that up?” Silence, she just stared at me. “Bit rude just knocking over a bag and walking off.” Then I realised I was still speaking in English and getting some weird looks. By that time the store clerk had already picked up the bag. I don’t think he wanted us there anymore.
Well that was a fun first night overseas. Tomorrow we have a wedding to attend. Time to meet the extended family.
