A sunset, a cityscape

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A Ginga and, fizzy

Ginga and fizzy.jpgA new (and admittedly sweet) discovery was Watson’s Ginger beer. I’d found it at the local Aeon supermarket. The Ginger beer was no Bundaberg beer, but still tasted of Ginger. Perhaps formulated to Asian tastes? Not as syrupy, but still tasting of Ginger. Ice cold it makes a nice change from the normal fizzy drinks around. And unique, since it was the only Ginger beer available.

On a cultural side note. The term Ginga is the less than complimentary name for someone endowed with a Ginger genetic disposition. (Red hair and freckles). It’s caused by a recessive gene that equals to about 1-2% of the population.

Too far, too sweet

Too far, too sweet.jpgA trip revealed some interesting differences between Hong Kong and Guangzhou. For one, the range of confectioneries available for those inclined was almost expansive. I say this because after a while one wants a variety. Even though this too, was a 7-11, it had a different offering of snacks. Cadbury’s for one. In particular, Cadbury’s chocolate bars. All I could find was Nut and raisin, and as to other bars, Picnic was another one that I liked. Looking at the photograph that I took, I can just feel my teeth getting cavities just by looking at it too intently.

I’m not bothered

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Won ton soup, going via Courteney place

Wonton soup, going via Courtney place.jpgHong Kong during the Lunar festival has a very different. Less people for one means that there’s more space, and with less people there’s less work being done. Therefore less pollution.

HK won ton.jpgBut the one problem for an out of towner was where to eat? Everything was closed. However, there was one restaurant spotted by my wife that was open. It was a Won-ton soup restaurant, and the line outside of the door lent the restaurant a hint of promise. It was a very tidy, though traditional restaurant. High density seating, but a clean floor. Modern, but an old restaurant would have a greasy floor. Greasy spoon anyone? We ended up ordering won-ton soup, with a side order of deep-fried won ton with sweet and sour sauce, done Hong Kong style of course. Actually, not unfamiliar to me since I used to eat this sort of stuff as a kid. Familiar but, with a twist. I cite the best won-ton soup I’ve ever had was in Wellington, New Zealand. In Courteney place. It used to be full of Chinese restaurants, the fact that Turner’s auctioneers was just around the corner perhaps had something to do with this. Won ton soup with char siu pork and bak-choi. Served in a much bigger bowl, the current serving of won ton soup was good, and for now would have to do.

 

Who’s knocking?

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Having a natter

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