Weekend in Hong Kong

Its really lovely to be in Hong Kong and neither working nor running between football matches and village events (notwithstanding my liking for all three).  It kicked off with a morning visit to the Hang Hau wet market with Ange, who was intent on getting some fresh Vietnamese noodles to make a black bean Udon stirfry with.  The place is so cool, fixed stalls selling a huge amount of weird stuff (plus veggies, many of them properly foreign too.)

Ange strikes out with purpose, armed with wet-market carry bags.  

For example, what on earth are these balls?  I like the yellow and white striped ones, visually.  And those cake-like things?

Later on, we had to go pick up Ev in one of the villages near Sai Kung where his mate Liam lives.  It's nice to be taking a drive - flat white-grey overcast sky - cold wind blowing down from the winter plains of China.  

On Clearwater Bay road, a quintessentially Hong Kong mini-bus, and a village flying the Chinese flag; the mildest of nationalism, but nationalism none-the-less.  It's something that seems not to serve humans well.

Heading up into the hills to Liam's village, one of those-one-lane wide roads running next to the river.  Hong Kong
is so grungy, and so fabulous at the same time.  It's as if you can see the passage of time in the decay lines on the wall on the right, whilst dig the little windows in the pristine sidewalk wall?

The vegetation along the roads is richly diverse and colourful, even now in the dry season.

Cool driveway winding up off the road, Buddhist iconography, jungle and smallholdings.

On the way back home, after dropping Evan and Liam off at the football pitch (both of them spending the nigh at Jasper's house - for an overdose of tiredness and eyes-spinning from Fifa overdose :-) we stopped at Hebe Haven for a bite.  Hebe is waiting to hear its fate, a new road is going in, and it seems that part of it will go through the old clubhouse (as you do, in Hong Kong).  So at some point, it is going to change - but hopefully not disappear.

Aiden on the deck overlooking the jetties with the clubhouse in the background.  It's really simple and lovely.

In the parking lot out back, this guy on a bike had stopped to give an old dog a drink of water.
Human kindness, always cool.

On the way home, passing the divine little farm on the side of the road, before heading down the hill towards SSW.

Going past the school on the top of the hill, I like the colour and texture of the bricks;
High Junk Peak; which we are below, in the middle of the pic.