Today we got up fairly late.
Our bodies definitely needed some recharging from the past few days.
Anyhow, after our showers, we went to cafe de coral to get some late breakfast/lunch.
After that, we hit off the Mong Kok area for what is possibly our last night of shopping in Hong Kong.
Tony and I had wanted to pick up some camera gear since the first time we came across the camera stores a while back in the blog. We just said we’d pick it up closer to the date. For budgeting purposes and the amount of space it would take where we were staying and when packing our bags.
So today was the day.
We picked up reflectors, batteries, polarisers, stands and the list goes on. We would’ve picked up more…but we wouldn’t know where to fit it in our luggage, so there’s always a next time.
Anyways, on our way back to the MTR…i stopped by to pick up a few pairs of socks and jackets, which Tony ended up picking as well…and we were walking through the MTR station looking like we either looted a place or we were weird looking santas.
This time around, on the way back to the station to go home, there was an old artist. A man probably in his early 70′s sitting on a chair right by the subway stairs, making amazing art from palm tree leaves, using his hands and teeth! He was phenomenal.
I took my phone out since I didn’t have my camera on me, and I had a feeling he may not like the idea of me taking a photo. There’s only one way to find out right? The phone camera is slow, and the resolution and lighting is fairly poor, and *CLICK* goes my cam. I walk a few steps with Tony towards the tunnel leading to the trains, and the man jumps off his seat, and yells in Cantonese, but a weird accent. I just look at him, towering at least 6 inches over him.
I calmly gestured for him to keep it cool, I don’t want trouble, but my guard is up just incase. After all, he is from the streets. I took a few more steps, and look at Tony…Tony is in shock too, and a few other people look quick and walked away.
I asked him in Cantonese: “how much” he said “$100!”
I was like a “$100, that’s way too much.”
A few more steps away and he carried on yelling and following. I for a split second had wished that he turned into a younger guy for a minute and I might’ve reacted more aggressively. That wasn’t the answer though. He did come close. Very close. No physical contact at all though. So we carried on and walked away, as we awkwardly laughed it off.
We got home and dropped off the stuff to go out with some friends, which we had planned to go karaoke with.
Too bad, those plans went to scratch…and we just ended up packing for an hour or two.
We felt hungry, so we took the shuttle to the station and practically ended up where we were earlier to grab a steak.
Sure enough on the way back home I met her. One of the peaceful female nun/monks. Hmmm…perhaps a sign.
Oh well, we walked towards the same MTR station where the old man was earlier wasn’t there anymore.
I kinda missed him. haha.
Smooth ride back and we were home for our last night in HONG KONG time.
We still have one more DAY, but time for the last NIGHT blog.
Goodnight peeps.
