Hong Kong Pt. 4

Sounds...crunchy. Presumbly better than it seems.

"Bwuh?" He said, carefully eyeing the goofy white giant.

Not Japan level, but still more advanced than anything I've seen before.

 

I...well...right...

 
These were everywhere. The glowing bits moved around in a crude massage pattern.

These were everywhere. The glowing bits moved around in a crude massage pattern.

Every market has a person selling containers of assorted cooked meats.

Just as many street butchers cook their meat as don't in HK.

Tripe!

Fried mystery and pancakes.

Octopus, on a stick!

Bamboo juice, often coming in hilarious containers.

Contemplating his existence, or possibly just tired.

Interestingly, many restaurants had cooking around in front. Space in tight in HK.

Those bizarre yellow squids are everywhere in HK. I never figured out what the fuck that was about.

This guy was the perfect, cheerful vendor stereotype. "HEYYYY my friend! American yeaaaaaaa!"

Tutti, on her way to mainland China.

Patrick, on his way to Australia. Flickr

 

I took them by an easy rooftop view.