Duracell Rabbit

The medic must be psychic. The lawyer and the pseudo-lawyer and myself decided to embrace our inner child by going to Ocean Park on Saturday. Now, Ocean Park is that place that your parents would bring you as a kid to let the man in the dolphin suit entertain you while they take lots of photos. In fact, my mum told me that she got sick from the roller coaster ride when she went there last time. I don't remember being brought along, in fact I have memories of crying while watching my parents wave goodbye. Boy, I need therapy...

Dolphin Show! =)

We went to Ocean Park when it was all bright and sunny and oh so nice. Okay... It wasn't raining yet. But once the medic called to tell me that Shatin was raining cats and dogs and so we should get under some shade. He just wanted to rub it in that the weather sucked. We pretended that it didn't until 5 minutes later when the rain did pour down bad. Then the banker called to say it was raining too. Gah, why is everyone pouring cold water onto my plans??? We insisted that it was not raining even though the rides stopped due to the rain and we were soaked through with our umbrellas open. Women and their stubbornness have never been so obvious. We agreed that the accurate story would be that we got wet on one of the water rides that we didn't take and the rains only started after we left Ocean Park.

Shark Tunnel.

Why women have thicker skins.Training seals (the fish not the soldier).

Anyways, I saw the Pandas! They were so cool... I love pandas.. they are now officially my favourite animals after stingrays. Two of the pandas were PDA-ing while another was sitting there with her arms behind her head shaking her legs and chillin'. The fourth panda displayed more enthusiasm and ambled about and munched bamboo. Every single itsy bitsy movement had the crowd going Ohhh and Ahh.. In my next life I want to be a panda. I can sit in an air-conditioned room decorated like a forest and eat fresh bamboo imported from China while shaking my legs and chillin' with tourists gawking at me through a glass plane and a camera trained on me dispatching my image live across the world to hardcore panda fans worldwide.

Communist Pandas

PDA-ing Pandas.

The only bit of Panda action I saw.Chillin' Panda.

Now, I know you will wonder: Where did a pseudo-lawyer come about? Well, I didn't know what to call the new person I met 'lawyer2Aa', I'm not about to do what they do in Hong Kong and give everybody ID numbers with alphabets and letters. That would be too anal. So she is known as pseudo-lawyer as she used to work as a lawyer but is now in the bank.

The Lawyer and the Pseudo-Lawyer (back to front).

Back to Ocean Park: We went to pet stingrays! I love stingrays because they are soooo cool. They are huge flat floating things that flap about and feel so weird. The one I petted felt so hairy and was about 1.5 meters wide and really liked me because it kept coming back for more. Then there was another one that felt like felt. The most common one that we always find on the BBQ with sambal and a squeeze of lime did not want to come near me. Maybe it could sense I wanted to eat it. =)

After the rain started *ehem*, we proceed to Aberdeen. There is another place in the world called Aberdeen and it is also full of rich people. However, it is no where near as beautiful as the Scottish one. This Aberdeen is well-known as a port for seafood and for floating seafood restaurants. So we took an old junk to Lamma Island which is South of Hong Kong Island for a some seafood. The weather was bad, the sea was choppy and the junk swayed from left to right. I loved it. It was an authentic Hong Kong experience. We landed on Lamma which was full of seafood restaurants, half of which were suspiciously called Rainbow Seafood Restaurant.-_- There was also supposed to be a family trail that would take us between the two civilised spots, but we had stopped momentarily at the other spot so I didn't see a pressing desire to go again on foot in the rain. We had seafood done Cantonese style. They do not know how to cook chili crab here! Or butter prawns... or have buns to wipe up chili crab sauce! What is this?! In Singapore, they know how to cook seafood the way it should be cooked! We didn't want to leave them a bad image of Malaysian tourists, so we ate the seafood cooked Hong Kong style *eheh*.

Junks to the floating restaurants for the discerning tourist.

Lamma Island...No there were no lammas I checked.

Sunday saw the heralding of Easter! Happy Easter everybody! =) The medic and I went to church and witnessed baptism, first holy communion and confirmation all in 90 minutes. Then we went to have Dim Sum like the average typical Hong Kong person with the ophthalmologist, the lawyer and the pseudo-lawyer who came to visit rural Shatin. I had a good Easter Sunday with cake and coffee in the afternoon and lovely Irish pub grub while watching the football and playing drinking games with our HSBC Internet Banking Random PIN generators.

So I am now feeling the post-Easter blues. I have no friends to go for dinner with. The banker prefers to sleep than to have wan tan mee with me. The medic has gone for his dance class, and the ophthalmologist is back in China while the lawyer and pseudo-lawyer are busy cleaning their flats. I shall just wallow in self-misery and whine on how Hong Kong is boring. I spent the afternoon watching baby tv shows supposed to stimulate the infant mind. I want Triple Os BC burger but it involves going to get it in the town centre. I think belacan kuay tiaw is the perfect post-Easter blues, don't you?

Triple Os Chicken Burger .*Yum*

Going back to the real world is no fun.