We headed to a Russian restaurant for dinner.
The balalaika music was rocking....Tim insisted on eating a sturgeon for his main. I stayed to the far more restrained main of roast duck.
Selma proudly showing me the teacups and teaware.
We all headed into the icebar after that.... f*** it was cold!
The balalaika music was rocking....Tim insisted on eating a sturgeon for his main. I stayed to the far more restrained main of roast duck.
Selma proudly showing me the teacups and teaware.
We all headed into the icebar after that.... f*** it was cold!
But the main reason for the night was to wander around the famed Lam Kwai Fong. The huge bar and club district of HK. Tim and I had never been out in HK before and my two cousins... well... they had just never been out!
Jellow shots.... always a good sign.....
And honestly... what's a night out without a bunch of drunken Scots? Tim and I found a bunch of Scots out on the town for a stag night, all dressed up completely in full formal Scottish regalia.... and Mexican wrestling masks. We couldn't help but have a bit of fun with them.
That night, Tim got hammered, and he and I stayed at Auds' place in Discovery Bay.
It's a nice place... a far cry from the hustle of downtown HK.
The next few days after that, Tim and I spent with my grandma and numerous other relatives. A procession of eating and drinking followed.
Tim and I took in the opportunity to wander around HK a bit, just to take it all in.
I also had a wander around the park where my grandfather used to exercise before he died.
But... as with all trips our time had to come to an end.
I had an interesting time on the airport terminal shuttle.... I guess I just don't know my own strength.
And what better way to end a trip than by doing the same thing that you started it with.... Popeyes!!!!
Though this time it was in HK.
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Very nicce!
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