Stanley Bay is important in HK history. I have no idea why. I wasn’t yet concentrating a lot, plus the guide just kind of led us to the historical marker and read it to us. This one had those nifty QR codes on it for more info – which would have been great, if we’d had phone or internet service. Given how much it costs, though, our telephones were securely shut down and we couldn’t even click on the link.
The one thing that was there, though, was an open air market. Again, thinking he was facilitating our ability to buy stuff to take home, the guide led us through the various stalls.
Then he mentioned lunch, and suddenly there was a unanimous decision that LJ needed a new shirt. Apparently the one remaining had absorbed enough ambiance that it really wasn’t appropriate to go into a restaurant.
I suspected this when I tried to go into Starbucks (again, all shopping areas are universally the same) to buy a bottle of water and some gum only to have people look up as I walked by).
EB had to go make that purchase.
So we went to the T-shirt vendor that had a sign out saying XXXXL – Big Big Sizes.
Bullshirt.
She had an XL, and after I tried it on I realized that HK sizes are just as small as Thai sizes. Their XL is something above a US Medium. Besides, I wasn’t thrilled over the idea of buying a shirt with American logos on it. If I was going to buy something in HK, I darned well wanted it to look like that!
We backtracked to a shop that was a little higher end and found a more generously cut Polo style shirt with a knockoff logo on it. $180HK ($23.25US) and I have a new blue non-stinky shirt.
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| Happily sporting his new shirt...and in a clean taxi too. |
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