The next day, I went to Mongkok to get a pineapple sweet bun. I sat with some old local lady. We ate in silence as she read the paper and I watched people. We never were more than two feet apart. It was oddly comforting yet would never fly in America. Then I returned to the hostel to roll out to Mongkok to get some local fare. I walked into this small hole in the wall. An old man yelling sits us in the back and tells us we want the mixed platter – we had a girl who can speak mandarin with us, useful but not as helpful as Cantonese would have been. The chopped birds are served, we dip them in sauce and eat it with rice. So friggin' tasty and we were surrounded by locals. One of the best experiences yet. The meat could’ve been a little hotter though.
Somehow I missed out on saying when I went to the Michelin restaurant, Tim Ho Wan, anyways. It’s delicious. I tried many things, including chicken feet. BBQ pork bun they are famous for is a little too sweet for me but still tasty. My favorite was the rice noodle wrapped shrimp. Slimy and kind of like manicotti. So good. I've since learned it's shu mai. (I try to eat Dim Sum in the states now)
I went on my way to see Victoria Peak. I waited in line for a long time, and was disappointed by the fog-obstructed view. A waste, but the gardens/aviary at the bottom was enjoyable. Tonight we went to a delicious restaurant nearby the hostel, had more dim sum, and then went to the horse races. Tourist paradise on the main floor, where the commoners go. I tried a slushy beer. It was good, but gimmicky. My horses never won. We tried to go out clubbing after. While it was too crowded for my taste, it was still fun. People bought me a drink or two, ended up at McDonalds again. I’d be waking up soon to catch the bus to my flight. I made it.