Street meat in Kowloon; spicy and delicious, but devastating to the GI tract
Today I switched hotels from the Bishop Lei in the Mid-Levels to a guest house in Wan Chai, a somewhat more ethnic cantonese neighborhood if you wander off the main drag, which resembles Madison Ave in midtown. My play for the day was to explore Kowloon, the area that comprises the urban parts of "mainland" Hong Kong. Once I got across town, I was transported into Cantonese South China. No one spoke a lick of English, and I was totally lost. Is this what China will be like? I was looking for the ladies market, another famous street market for locals to hawk their wares. Once I found it, I noticed sneakers in every direction, as far as the eyes could see. I was in Schramm heaven. All photos taken without moving, only rotating:
This place was hectic. And daunting. And different. And interesting. It's time. I have to go to China.
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