Flora is working and I’m on my own again and look what I have done (but can you really blame me? It looks so delicious)
After having splurged in calories, I hopped on a bus to a small fishing village recommended by Flora. Neither did she mention that the mountain road the bus took was under construction, not that it was that narrow to begin with, nor that it was that steep. On top of all that, the bus driver obviously enjoyed speeding while I kept busyly praying. When I finally arrived, I was already numb from all the adrenalin rushing through my veins.
But it was worth it: in view of the fishing houses I finally believed that I am in Asia.
Taking a small but fast tour boat, I was rewarded for testing my sea fitness by watching white dolphins.
If you take a close look at the cliff you can see a face (*look at the part left of the hole*)
While I took a stroll over the market, I tried fresh egg waffles which were delicious and passed on the chunks of dried shark hanging in the store next door.
On my return (another nerve racking bus trip), Stella cooked for us and her family a Chinese fondue, which was naturally delicious and then, Flora and I celebrated our last night in Hong Kong.
