Eleven days of dining on authentic-- sometimes the exotic variety-- Chinese food, by the time we stayed an extra day in HK, Frodo and I were close to swallowing our own vomit.
I think it was in Jiujiang-Nanhai where I only found out later that I had been munching on frog legs. In Zhanjiang, I mistakenly thought the breaded sandworms were french fries. Yes I ate them. I didn't care anymore whether or not what appeared to be chicken was perhaps, pigeon. Kuya Art, my rowing partner, claims one dish featured leeches. I don't believe him. It looked like abalones. This time, I think he was pulling my leg.
Not used to walking great distances and hungry as hell (maybe that's the reason you hardly see obese people in HK, they walk a lot), we trekked the whole streeetch of Nathan Road in Kowloon, refusing to stop by any Chinese restaurant, diligently scouring signs of a McDonald's, KFC or Pizza Hut.
We settled inside a McDonald's. The food may be generally bland, but it's comfort food and something Filipinos are familiar with.
I think it was in Jiujiang-Nanhai where I only found out later that I had been munching on frog legs. In Zhanjiang, I mistakenly thought the breaded sandworms were french fries. Yes I ate them. I didn't care anymore whether or not what appeared to be chicken was perhaps, pigeon. Kuya Art, my rowing partner, claims one dish featured leeches. I don't believe him. It looked like abalones. This time, I think he was pulling my leg.
Not used to walking great distances and hungry as hell (maybe that's the reason you hardly see obese people in HK, they walk a lot), we trekked the whole streeetch of Nathan Road in Kowloon, refusing to stop by any Chinese restaurant, diligently scouring signs of a McDonald's, KFC or Pizza Hut.
We settled inside a McDonald's. The food may be generally bland, but it's comfort food and something Filipinos are familiar with.
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