I jumped on the M11 bus to Hang Hau, navigated my way to the metro station and jumped on the Tseung Kwan O Line to Hong Kong Island. I made my way to Central and wandered around this ritzy borough all day (more details to come in later posts). I think I found the Cantonese version of Perkins... just replace the biscuits and gravy with rice and noodles... The place was PACKED but I was able to get a table and slurp down some fish ball noodle soup. My chopstick skills are getting better, but those damn noodles are slippery.
After wandering around all afternoon my legs felt like rubber so I decided to pamper myself and arranged for a hair cut (it was time to clean up the hack job that the Moroccan lady in KAUST gave me)!! I had and hour to kill before my appointment and I didn't think I could possibly walk another meter, when there, right in front of me, I see the words... Pastis. Joy to the World. My savior had come. I hadn't had this delicious anise beverage since I was in Toulouse over a year ago. So, I chilled out on a very comfortable veranda tucked on a side street a bit removed from the madness that is Hong Kong, and I let the licorice alcohol transport me away from Chinatown to the land of baguettes, saucisson, and crazy men.
Luckily, despite my buzz, I made it to my hair appointment, and enjoyed possibly the most amazing shampoo/ head massage of my life. I was comatose. Seriously. They had to wake me up for the trimming. But after chatting with my Chinese hair stylist and feeling decidedly more girly and refreshed, I made my way to the Thai restaurant down the street and ordered some sort of slightly spicy coconut soup with shrimp and a tangy cashew salad. I washed it all down with a glass of red wine and decided it was time to get this party animal home.
Two metro lines and one bus later and I back in my warm bed ready to recharge for tomorrow's adventures.