You’ll need to excuse me for being a bit sluggish with posts recently - I’ve been swanning around Hong Kong…

I ate in a very good restaurant.

Someone more quotable than I has said you should try everything once except incest and folk dancing. To which we can now add ‘and fried prawns with retchup’.

I met a cheerful chap with a pneumatic mop.

Eliza had her hair cut by a guy in a Grateful Dead t-shirt. I don’t know about this… I’m pretty open-minded, but I can’t help feel that one must make a choice - you’re either a Deadhead or a hairdresser. 

I created further confusion by asking him to trim my distinctly un-Chinese hair. Dude was nonplussed.

Eliza road-testing her new haircut.

We went to the beach. Eliza is of the Asian persuasion so was able to lie there like a lizard. I’m of more gingery stock, so was forced to skulk around in the shade like some sick kid from the Make-A-Wish Foundation.

Fortunately it wasn’t long before I was back in my comfort-zone…

People tend to be pretty direct in Hong Kong. This is the price list outside a brothel in Kowloon.

On the ferry back from Kowloon…