Mong Kok: I was glad to be human!

Saturday 11th:

I meet a couple of girls from my floor, they all seemed pretty nice. Not that I remember the names anymore, but that was to come later on.

Later on that day, I meet up with Silke in Mong Kong, Kowloon side and we went to the lady's market, the food market and other parts. It was nice seeing someone rather familiar and blonde.

To be travelling alone on the MTR(metro) and experiencing Hong Kong on my own, was something very impressive. I looked at the people around, they seemed to be very different, different ethnicity and cultural background but yet they fit together in some strange and unexplicable way.

We went wandering around in Mong Kok. We saw the Ladies Market, where I, for the first time noticed all the "original fakes". Bargaining would become a hobby for me later on. However, up until today, I never dared to buy a fake. I was quite busy taking pictures.
We went to go eat at a small place, Chinese kitchen. I had noodels in soup with beef.

After that, our tour continued and we ended up at the food market. I again was busy taking pictures. What impressed me the most, were the fresh looking, huge apples in red or yellow. Huge in this would mean a diameter of 20 cm. All the other fruits and vegetabels were quite big and rich as well. There was a bunch of meat stands presententing pig's faces and legs and dried chicken turned inside out, or just baby chicken with yellow skin in plastic bags. (the chicken here still had their heads and feet on and you would even eat all of it). I even saw a whole pigs head hanging from a wire......
We passed a stand with chicken in a cage. They all looked fat and healthy and the butcher took one out after the other, played with the wings not in a quite friendly way. Then, put it back in the cage with its fellow mates and chose another as if he was presenting his products. One of the ladies crowded up in front of the stand acting as if they were trying to choose the best-suited chicken, was buying one. Of course not alive. So the butcher took a big, fat, brown chicken out and as we could tell from the cry and ear-breaking chicken scream, it knew its fate. At one point, as the butcher was laughing and laughing in a scary manner while looking at us, that chicken-cry turned silent. I couldn't look, but it was already too late when I turned around with my hand holding myself back from screaming out loud. I was glad to be human.