Today was the end of a trip and the beginning of a new journey. Kevin Cooke returned to the States, markedly unenthusiastic to go back to work. Who would guess that Thai beaches and SE Asia nightlife trump the suffocating gray skies and cold temperatures of a Chicago winter?
So it was down to Mark, Joe, Mrs. Green and myself. Sadly, Joe and his Mom were to leave us later in the evening for Singapore, finally leaving the Honeymooners (Mark and I) to ourselves for the home stretch in Japan.
So the 4 of us walked around another Soho and Lan Kwai Fong (trendy, expensive) and enjoyed the winding streets and carts of Chinese goodies. We ate breakfast at an all-day breakfast place called "The Flying Pan", which I believe was so named because Asians pronounce it "The Frying Pan". Large portions, delicious milkshakes, and some fresh juice all played integral roles in curing our hangovels (the "l" in hangovel is to be pronounced just like in "The Flying Pan".. hopefully this code will throw off my grandma so she doesn't think we just drank the whole time)
We walked around some and witnessed what is apparently a Sunday tradition among the Philipino women who work as maids, servers, hotel staff, etc. Typically, they receive one day off per week, Sunday, and so congregate in downtown Hong Kong to gossip, eat, drink, and play cards. There are literally thousands of them throughout the elevated walkways, open squares, and sidewalks. They serve full meals and it is a fury of inaudible fast paced chatter. Quite unique!
From here, we split a cab to the airport, Mrs. Green got us a great rate at the Regal hotel at the airport, and we parted ways. Mark and I were on our own. Just the two of us. And a billion or so Chinese. And 100 million Japanese.
Sayounara!
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