Hong Kong Mall

I spent a lot of time at the Hong Kong Mall this weekend. I can actually imagine being in Hong Kong when I am there. We are a minority and have to struggle to communicate sometimes. I love roaming through the shops and looking at the wares offered in the different shops. Mostly I love the food. One day we ate dim sum and I was so stuffed I could barely waddle out the door. Total price? Twelve bucks before tip.

We (I say we meaning my sister, Zelda and I) then bought everything to make Vietnamese sandwiches - which means pickled carrot, cucumber, cilantro, French bread rolls, jalapenos and the meat. She is going for pork, me chicken. We also bought all kinds of interesting items just to try them out and I bought Lychees - which I adore straight from the can.

It's funny how some of the people will treat us very well, and friendly while others will ignore us or snub us. I haven't figured out whether they think maybe we are violating their "place". A lot of the time we are just ignored. But it doesn't really matter because we have a blast anyway!

Friday night there was an art showing of photographs taken by different Asian artists. I could tell a few were using photocopy a little much but overall they were interesting. There was some that were really interesting; I would hang in my home.

In the food court - which is in addition to all the other restaurants - is where the old men play some kind of boardgame with huge round discs that look a little like mutant checker pieces. It isn't anything I have seen before. They are quite serious about it too so I don't interupt to ask.

The smells and the sounds and the language are fabulous. By the end of a visit I could actually start believing I had gone somewhere out of the states. It's sort of a mini vacation.

And then, I go home again.