JuanPabloC

Spent a Saturday afternoon in Sham Shui Po and it felt like a completely different city from the tourist areas. The fabric market, the electronics stalls, the old apartment buildings with laundry hanging from every window, the dai pai dong restaurants spilling onto the pavement. Had wonton noodle soup at a place that has been there for forty years. Nobody spoke English and I managed fine with pointing and smiling. This is the Hong Kong that exists beyond the Instagram posts.