Sundays with Regina

Sundays with Regina
To the Vilhelm Kiers 29, foerste gang, go visit Regina. What a fantastic guide. The first Sunday, we went to Taoist temple, visited her old primary school, had yum cha, walked along the river, and laughed at various oddities of Hong Kong society, and wondered where her time was consumed in HK since it seemed like she was learning so much more in Aarhus by comparison. She even seemed a slightly different girl, in dress, and in attitude.

The next Sunday we started my holiday ritual food escapade with some typical HK pastries, wandered around Mong Kok, the busy busy gadgets and fakeware area, listened to some young and disappointing Canto rappers rapping against violence. It appears to be Sunday soapbox street, HK's version of Hyde Park's speaker's corner in London. Except it happens every day. We grab gei-darn-tsei and a HK style milk tea with weird bits thrown in: tapioca, cornflakes, grass jelly. We sit down to watch the Filipino maids and HK old men play badminton. We have a vegetarian dinner, watch Black Swan (Regina's intellectual tastes are unfortunately not satisfied by the film), and grab milk-pudding at a local dive. Regina lives near one of the old and large markets where you The kind of place where they treat you like shit, but serve good food. I'm glad they still exist.

There is so much that a real tourist would see, that I would not, as a HK-born psuedo-Cantonese speaking kid who will probably forever see HK through the eyes of a three-year-old. So I am not even giving this post-colonial Asian metrolopolis a fair go. Discoverhongkong.com and rediscover Regina.