Kowloon Tourist area
We took various buses, tunnels, trains and subways to get to the tip of Kowloon pennisula called Tsim Sha Tsui. It's a busy shopping district, and it is also a hotel district where lots of shops there are established to make tourists' money and rip off gwai-lo's.
I found a spare batter and charger for my camera for ~HKD$700, more than I expected. I would have haggled harder but mom was impatient.
We then headed towards a traditional Chinese products only department store, where a bunch of gwai-los are shopping for silk dresses and traditional chinese dresses. I went there to look at Mao suits, but the selection wasn't great. Mom was shopping for some silk blankets for my nephew.
For lunch we went to the Marco Polo Hotel in the Harbour city complex, it's my dad's favorite restaurant (because of the 50% off card). It's a 5-star hotel, and it's perfect - everything is designed and positioned precisely, it's perfectly sparkly clean, the restaurant looks perfect, the food is arranged perfectly, and tasted perfectly great, and the staff are perfectly professional.
I'm always impressed by these luxury hotels, where everyone works there puts so much care and pride into the place. Everyone there are curteous, polite and have this air of respect, and then they serve people like me who walks in there with t-shirts and track pants, barking into my cellphone. There should not only be dress codes but behavial codes, these hard working people really deserve a lot of respect.
The imported chef (white guy) came out for final inspection of the buffet, adjusting things here and there for millimeters. Then he starts showing off his Cantonese by counting the dishes for his assisstant. A bit of stress relieve before no doubt a stressful day in the kitchen.
I don't know, at that moment I just thought about how these people have to deliver perfection every day, every plate; compared to the office work I did with frequent mistakes, low morale and resignation, I wouldn't make it in the hospitality business.
Ok, it looked really good when I looked at it, but I'm no food photographer.
I found a spare batter and charger for my camera for ~HKD$700, more than I expected. I would have haggled harder but mom was impatient.
We then headed towards a traditional Chinese products only department store, where a bunch of gwai-los are shopping for silk dresses and traditional chinese dresses. I went there to look at Mao suits, but the selection wasn't great. Mom was shopping for some silk blankets for my nephew.
For lunch we went to the Marco Polo Hotel in the Harbour city complex, it's my dad's favorite restaurant (because of the 50% off card). It's a 5-star hotel, and it's perfect - everything is designed and positioned precisely, it's perfectly sparkly clean, the restaurant looks perfect, the food is arranged perfectly, and tasted perfectly great, and the staff are perfectly professional.
I'm always impressed by these luxury hotels, where everyone works there puts so much care and pride into the place. Everyone there are curteous, polite and have this air of respect, and then they serve people like me who walks in there with t-shirts and track pants, barking into my cellphone. There should not only be dress codes but behavial codes, these hard working people really deserve a lot of respect.
The imported chef (white guy) came out for final inspection of the buffet, adjusting things here and there for millimeters. Then he starts showing off his Cantonese by counting the dishes for his assisstant. A bit of stress relieve before no doubt a stressful day in the kitchen.
I don't know, at that moment I just thought about how these people have to deliver perfection every day, every plate; compared to the office work I did with frequent mistakes, low morale and resignation, I wouldn't make it in the hospitality business.
Ok, it looked really good when I looked at it, but I'm no food photographer.
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