I love Fridays, because I have them off to do whatever the heck I want!

Like run errands! But first, we must dine!

Drool, Baggy noodles and Hui Lau shan drinks. A cheap and delicious meal.

People needed to get their hair cut, so I tagged along with them to @Hair, the place where we always go and I can catch a glimpse of my lover hairwasher boy. Man was he CUTE. Peter and I sat giggling together like little girls as we waited for people to get their haircuts.

Everybody looks well-groomed now! 

Peter & Lily were actually wearing the same shirt that day! FUN FACT: Couples in HK looovveee to wear the same thing because they love to be mushy like that. 

After roaming around MongKok and buying some snacks at a candy store, Lily headed to her aunts and the rest of us went to Chungking Mansions, which Chin said had a lot of culture. Apparently it’s the place where a lot of Africans and Middle Easterns congregate, and full of prostitutes and shady business. 

There were a lot of vendors selling Indian food and fake cell phones.

There really wasn’t much to see other than a very diverse community that wasn’t particularly East Asian. People did try to hustle us to buy items or stay in hostels (hostels are super cheap here).

Chin met his future girlfriend here:

We roamed around looking for a place to eat and rode on an elevator that took us upstairs to a shady looking area. There were several Indian restaurants in these corridors, and we felt really uncertain being here because there didn’t seem to be a lot of foot traffic.

I think this corridor was the same one where two men came out trying to get us to try a restaurant with a good deal. They stood by the elevators, showing us a menu and hustling us. Chungking Mansions has the slowest elevators ever with a bunch of people crammed into it at one time, so waiting for one to come to us was excruciatingly painful. To make matters worse, one of the men made me uncomfortable because of how close he was standing to me. 

“You don’t like me?” He said, noticing that my shoulders were stiff. “Don’t be scared, I’m not a terrorist!” 

I was a bit bewildered that he would say that, and looked frantically to Peter/James/Chin for help. Peter mentioned that we just wanted to get downstairs and would come back, so the guy led us down the stairs because the elevator took too long. All the while, I was praying that he wasn’t leading us to our deaths. 

As soon as we got downstairs and he turned away, we pretended to take off, but we ended up running back up the stairs to an Indian restaurant that we thought was pretty legitimate because it had an OpenRice Review Rating posted outside. 

Openrice.com is the HK version of Yelp. In OpenRice we trust for saving us from either bad diarrhea or more shady people.

This Indian restaurant turned out to be pretty good. 

We ended the night by being fatties and eating Frozen yogurt at a place called Crumbs, which is popular for their graham cracker crumb toppings.