Day 11&12
So, yesterday morning Blaine and I unfortunately overslept, and while in bed I answered sleepily to a Richard (our one new Stellenbosch chum) urging Blaine and myself to get ourselves over to Ling Ping Nunnery (we had no idea what it meant at the time). Richard (SA), Matt (SA) and Maggy (Aus) had gone to rounds but finished early. We agreed and fell out of our beds into the subway. The next moment we opened up our eyes this happened:
A tranquil garden in the middle of New Territories in Hong Kong city. At first glance I really thought that I had stepped into a forest of fake trees. We got together with Matt, Richard and then all of a sudden it hit us that these trees have been concocted and contorted into these strange yet artistic forms.
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| Believe it or not, this is a pine tree |
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| This tree sees the world from an entirely different perspective. |
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| A temple island in the midst of the concrete highrise temple |
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| This is a frikken old Boganville, if you look closely you can see a poor lonely old flower'tjie. Mags, Richard and Matt in the back. |
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| Another majestic bouganville |
After this we had all became instantaneously famished. "Noooooooodles" growled our stomachs in unison. We decided to go to a genuine sit-on-plastic-stool local Chinese noodle bar. This was lovely and got Maggie (Who was born in Hong Kong and can speak Cantanese) to order us all a safe yet ethnic meal. Beef noodle something something. While we were in the middle of this scrumptious lunchious, I smelt something shelley... We found out that it's got oyster sauce, shrimp and scallops inside. I was primed for my seafood allergy, primimng myself and thinking "mind over matter". Either my plate had no shrimp in or I devoured them all, but in the end I was ok! No biggie! ^_^
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| Yummy noodles, scallops and shrimp hiding, yet it's beef noodle |
Later that night we joined the okes for some all you can eat (and... all you can drink haha). We ate so so much here, among other things ha ha. The owner of the restaurant is the famous Mr Wong. Mr Wong's restaurant is actually a secret little alley which has a fixed rate of 50HK$ for all you can eat and drink. We found it hilarious that he has a cooler box right next to us which is filled to the brim with ice cold beer, just wating for eager hands to dive in. No limit. Can you believe this. Interestingly enough the bathroom is a walk through the kitchen. We're ok with it ^_^
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| Myself, Blaine, Richard and Matt enjoying some food to the infinity |
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| What we devoured, we really wanted to eat more than this but we couldn't bring it over our hearts nor our stomachs. The beer count may or may not be completely different haha. |
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| On the subway back home, you can see what 80% of the people do on the trains all of the time. Antisocialising! |
Beginners luck
Tonight we went to the Hong Hong Jockey club. Basically horse racing is the only legal form of gambling here in Hong Kong and Wednesday is racing night, where the mutlitudes either come to the 2 racing courses in HK or they go to the Jockey clubs to tune in to the screen and place bets.
So it seems that I had placed a bet on horse's number 4 and 6 here to be in the top 3 of race 7. It was an extremely calculated decision, besed mostly on how masculine the horse's name is. This is me placing my bet, 50HK$
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| This is me and my bet, Classic Jewelry and Grand Elite were my horses of choice. |
5 minutes later. "YEEES" I cried like a Spartan warrior, My horses won!
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| A pumping heartbeat and my first understanding of what drives gambling addicts, I won |
"I'm getting everybody iPad's tonight!" I assured the South African crouwd we happended to be out with that night. Unfortunately my winnings were only 183HK$ (humbling at least), can't buy a lot of iPad's with that but yes I was happy.
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| This is me deciding to bet on an extremely low odds horse in the 8th and final race, to ensure a huge payout. |
I lost, my horse fought a valiant battle, after having been out with an injury the previous 3 weeks, coming up from 8th to 4th in the 1200m race, but at least I made 30 bucks that night, and the adrenaline rush was all worth it.
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| Us ending the night on the roof of our hostel (this was of the previous night, but it feels more poetic here don't you agree?) |
Now it's time for me to sleep. Have a lovely aftermornoonevening, dearest world.
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