I’m in Hong Kong, it’s 6am. I am jetlagged and my brain spluttering along at 2 miles per hour, so I think (in cliches) “screw this, I’ll sleep when I’m dead” and as the sky betrays the first pixels of lavender, I’m out the door and into the city.
I wander aimlessly around a deserted Hong Kong, which if it were a person, would be the Prufrock’s “patient etherised upon a table”.
After 4 hours my feet are beginning to melt. But it’s 11am and I want to see the markets.
First Stop: Fruit and Veg Market, Central
I’m practically delirious with longing when I see him and have to be dragged away before I make a scene.
Durian is the smelliest fruit in the world. No really, I’m not using hyperbole, it actually reeks.
But Vanessa wanted to try it and being a good sport, I braved it too.
It tasted ok, but i just couldn’t get past the the smell. Think Alsations drag something dead from a swamp. Don’t try this at home folks.