|Sunday Morning on High Street...
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|Author:||Lamma-Gung [ Mon Mar 13, 2006 3:51 pm ]|
|Post subject:||Sunday Morning on High Street...|
Sunday morning, Mar 12 2006, Yung Shue Wan Main Street, Lung Wah restaurant, window seat, Dim Sum brunch, sun filtering through the leaves of the Banyan Tree besides the Policebox, loads of Sunday papers being sold outside, relaxed and peaceful atmosphere.
Spontaneously, I decided to jot down who's walking by, a true slice of Lamma village life on a sunny Sunday morning:<UL COMPACT><LI>Eager, fit hikers with enormous but stylish backpacks with dozens of straps hanging down.
<LI>Mountain bikers in ludicrously fashionable, tight outfits in garish technicolour, black spandex shorts and groovy biking helmets.
<LI>Bored tour guide with flag and megaphone shepherding yet another group of sticker-wearing Kowloon housing estate tourists.
<LI>Spoiled pooches and poodles in pullovers carried in the arms of their cooing owners.
<LI>Greying writer with a pram loaded full of shopping (and a baby).
<LI>Ex-Kung Fu movie star swaggering down the street in very loose-fitting cotton clothes.
<LI>A Filipina domestic helper with her university-educated daughter on the way to church in town.
<LI>A couple of local artsy, intellectual types (bald, goatee, little, round glasses).
<LI>Spiderboy riding atop his tall father, almost touching the Banyan tree branches.
<LI>Scraggy, rugged, bearded long-time residents in shorts/socks/sandals; w/Chin. wife and child in tow, on way to their regular Sunday morning Dim Sum table.
<LI>Ah-Hay serving Dim Sum in his Sunday's best clothes (meaning his usual ones), losing his unique look after a recent shave and haircut.
<LI>Down-trodden Indonesian maid loaded with plastic bags on her way to her Sunday picnic in Central, joining tens of thousands of other maids.
<LI>Local, stocky Dragonboater with closely cropped blond hair with long ponytail swaggering to meet his mates before another short rowing session, followed by an extended drinking session.
<LI>Tall, balding, unemployed, local man taking a break from his relentless, almost full-time gardening by reading the Sunday paper.
<LI>Restaurant proprietor, impeccably dressed in a charcoal-black suit, scurrying around to set up the many outside displays of his restaurant.
<LI>A large, 3-generation, local family on a weekend outing, studiously studying the map mounted on a lamp post full of direction signs.
<LI>Blond teenage boy rushing through the village on yet another one of his many bike errands to stock up his pocket money.
<LI>Mainland tour group playing follow-the-flag, while ooh-ing and aah-ing at the sheer quaintness around them.
<LI>Group of adolescents from several countries enjoying their Dim Sum while people-watching and -judging, then commenting to their friends.
<LI>Shutterbugs with flat pocket cameras pointing them at anything and anybody.
<LI>Four neatly uniformed hawker patrol officers leisurely strolling, chatting and occasionally harassing a hawker who's just trying to make a few bucks off the weekend tourist crowds.
<LI>Local tourists wandering around slowly, randomly and aimlessly, blocking the local residents' in their determined, straight paths.
<LI>Dogs and children of all ages running free, uninhibited but safe.
<LI>Our valiant police force on their fancy high-tech bikes, riding from Hung Shing Yeh Police Station to the Policebox where they can hide from their superiors.
<LI>Very young police constable gazing out from the Policebox, checking if it's safe to come out yet?
<LI>One-handed biker lady w/coffee mug in free hand.
<LI>Lap Sap ladies with veiled Hakka hats pushing trolleys.
<LI>100-strong HK tour group strolling in a tight column, staring at us village yokels.
<LI>Gwaipo with long, flowing white hair in a Kung Fu dress and a cane.
<LI>Smart-looking, bespectacled Indian guy on his way to play cricket in town.
<LI>A black-suited, young, dynamic executive with his tall morning latte in a paper cup on his way to catch up on some paperwork in his office?
<LI>Blonde, long-haired, little princesses in pink, frilly, flowing frocks and the occasional, grown-up cow girl.
<LI>Smart-casual Gwaipo with smart sunglasses and a smart designer rolling suitcase (hand luggage size) in a rush to catch a business trip flight.
<LI>Dim Sum-stuffed expat waddling home to transcribe his observations above into this blog, getting the readers guessing on who exactly he described...</UL>Did I forget somebody?
|Author:||Granola Eater [ Mon Mar 13, 2006 4:35 pm ]|
I find it really creepy to be watched. I just might have to inform the police about this list of yours.
|Author:||Lamma-Gung [ Mon Mar 13, 2006 4:56 pm ]|
Hey, you're not even in the list, so why complain!
As Lamma-Por tells me, "Watching the pretty girls is OK, but no touching!"
|Author:||Granola Eater [ Mon Mar 13, 2006 5:49 pm ]|
Yeah, thats probably sage advice, touching pretty girls passing by might not be a good idea. Or anyone, really.
|Author:||F-X [ Mon Mar 13, 2006 5:49 pm ]|
I did the same thing last week. Incredible variety:
- gang of unicyclers, looked to be from age 5 to 35
- many groups of mountain bikers - sounded like a race was on
- tour groups staring, ooing and awing
- picture taking tourists, setting up photo after photo after photo with a bare wall as the background - showing nothing whatsoever of Lamma
- piles of accents walking by - Australian, British, French, various Filipino dialects, German, American, Canadian, Indonesian, Indian, and others
- dogs in baby carriages
- more dogs
- smiling, friendly, easy-going policemen who fit in perfectly
- woman walking with child on leash and dog unleashed
Someone ought to do a Sunday morning painting.
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