In mid week, Diana went off to meet her relatives for a day, so the 3 of us had a free day to ourselves.
We went quite a few places that day. We went to The Peak, fantastic place to go for a date. The day we went was very foggy and cold.
On top of The Peak was a pretty ugly building, but the view from it, looking down at the whole Kowloon peninsula and HongKong island was superb! When we were tired, we found a cafe there and sat in its alfresco area, which is a hanging balcony over the hill side. We were almost sitting inside the clouds, feels like Genting, but much classier of course. It was a welcomed departure from the madness from the shopping, to take a breather in the heights and heaving sighs of relief.
The other highlight of the day came in the form of our dinner. Haa our downfall so to speak. We walked 庙街 in search of good street food fare. 庙街 is something like what Geylang is to us, 食色性也. Of course we were not there for the 色, although we encountered them and figured out how they plyed the trade there.
Rows of cigarette boxes are left on racks in front of the entrances. Some numbers are scribbled on the boxes which we later presumed to be either the price or the room number, or maybe both. We also saw some girls seated between the rack and the entrances up the stairways. Somehow they are seated quite orderly, so we guessed where they sat corresponded to where the cigarette boxes are placed.
The main point is the dinner anyway. We ate in a pretty messy 'restaurant', eating Kenny's recommended 田螺. Hmm ... not exactly a delicacy but something I have never tried before in Singapore.
Furthurmore, we all adopted a 'lupsup jiak lupsup dua' mentality. I can't recall what other stuff we ate there, but all 3 of us had various degrees of food poisoning, with myself coming off the least affected; I puked a few occasions, Wenguang diarhoea non stop and poor Kenny had the best of both worlds. This is a picture of me after puking, an after effect of the 田螺 combining with the mini roller coaster ride the next day when we went to the 海洋公园. Apparently, whoever made me pose for this picture saw some relation between the toilet door and my face.
The next day at the 海洋公园 was half spoiled by the puking and diarhoea. I couldn't have the heart to take the roller coaster, not even when egged on by Diana, who wasn't afraid of any of the rides. There was one occasion when I rushed into the toilet to puke when Wenguang was having his runs in the cubicle beside mine. Later, he told all of us that there was a poor chap who puked like hell beside him when he was having diahroea, and thought what a terrible puke he had, all these without knowing it was me who was puking. Haa then I told my story of when I was puking, got a person beside my cubicle who laosai very smelly. Haha maybe that's why I kept on puking. Whereas, Kenny had the hardest day, almost crawling home. On the bus home, he was feeling super sick and weak. So we skipped dinner outside and cooked porridge at home, using whatever we found in the cabinets and fridge and fresh meat bought in the supermarket downstairs.
Thankfully the fresh air of the park, the superb view from the cable car and the great sea animals' show saved the day.
