Ohmann, I will return with some kilos less from Hong Kong. Also reminds me of the last holiday to Cuba.
However, there is a large and important difference. There was nothing decent to eat or this hard to find, in Hong Kong, there are restaurants and food stalls and so on every corner – only some time passes me the appetite faster than he came, I look and look at me a couple of very vivid and very very evil toads there only beginning to smell or Schaufendster, other times I despair simply.
Just now, for example,. I tried to visit a seafood restaurant, then actually got an English menu, so far so good. Now brings a little but the, if one does not understand the English terms. Now, I prefer tested more little things. Something as starter, something in Rice Rolls and yet something.
Well, the starters were Babykalamaris, that was clear when I saw her. Well perhaps more mature… und of a Problem, round, glibschiges eat stuff with round rods. How would that work? I mean, I suppose yes no two balls in the hand, repealed by a third. No wonder, that Asians are all so small, the get nothing to eat….
Well, I rather not, Asians at the next table were gorgeous amused, if my food arts. I eventually gave up on and turned the second thing to, which was only marginally better.
Meanwhile asleep in the corner, a pensioner at the table and I think everyone thought, it was death, at least it was neat riot. But no one stayed with me firstonce, had it anyway mostly just changed my mind and paid and let the rest eat his food. Sometimes you have to say no.
Instead, I treated myself to a big mango ice was over the mango and ice AND there was a spoon for.
Oh spoon, I found on the After Hauseweg still a hardware store and bought survival tool. Knife, UDN fork spoon and a bag of chips with – believe it or not – Wasabi salmon saltet – Flavour