The Canton who cannot speak Cantonese

Kenny's big aunt (second from the left) had a hard time telling us the block which we were to stay in. She combined limited English with powerful native Cantonese to tell us, "ass-shee-yee". Nonetheless, "ass-shee-yee" was what we called home for the one week stay in Hong Kong. The handsome guy on the right side is cousin Kin. 'Madam' is the 2nd from the right ("ass-shee-yee" was her government sponsored lodgings). The little boy is her lap is Lai Lai, Kin's son. The lady on the far left is Kenny's small aunt and the gentleman beside Kenny is his big uncle.

Cantonese is widely spoken, even if they spoke English or Mandarin, it was as incomprehensive as my Jordanian lecturer. So we depended on Kenny pretty lots, as I am the useless other only Cantonese in the group. But we do get by with single syllabus like 'pang-tii', 'hou-sek' etc etc 'tourist survival' Cantonese. I really love to hear people speak in Cantonese, especially girls =P And all the Giordano/Baleno/Bossini service quality is really good! They take their service jobs so seriously that even the salegirls wore makeup to work. I already had poor Cantonese to start with, and their looks were always distracting to the mind, I end up nodding my head for no reasons. I bought most of the clothings from these shops.