Hong Kong with teen spirit

So, a few glorious days off, hanging with AAE.  So I think I'll take a few photos, be a nice thing to be able to do.  But Aiden's main teen thing, in the everlasting inter-generational war, is defiance.  So for example, if asked "hey can I take a picture of you?" the defiant answer is "Ha ha!" and immediately ensure that the one thing that cannot be done is the taking of a photo.  Bob and weave.  Come in an out to throw the focus.  Pull faces, so this is how it unfolds:

Antisocial, to be sure, but plugged in in the car has advantages at times.  Heading off to Hebe for lunch....

Upon arrival; the best we could do is this: because, you know, the bright sky is making us all squinty.

Caught unawares; checking messages on the new phone.

But immediately into role; the sour sergeant-major look...

... the super-eager, breathtakingly optimistic village idiot...

... the scolding school-teacher.

Until ambushed by loving younger brother.

Who himself is all about physical contact: a couple of punches, a mini rugby tackle ... he has to be kept at bay.

The terrifying last moment for hapless foodstuffs; bolognese, hot-dogs, burgers, steak, chicken, fish.

Uh oh, there's something in his drink. (Foreign object?  Creature?)  Fish it out.

When we are ready to leave, Aiden has gone ahead and locked himself in the car, pretending now to be asleep and unwakeable ... it's all very busy and full of peculiar choices.