Luxury items

Yes, I am so enjoying this moment! My luxury items are always a standing joke. This trip was no exception, one travel pillow and three pairs of pants later my luxury items were packed and as usual Martyn was in hysterics at my additional underwear. Not today. Retribution was mine. Martyns underwear has gone religious. Yes, he has holey pants - and not where there should be holes either!!!

He declared he could not survive another three weeks on four pairs of pants and that he needed more. Then he saw the M&S and declared those were the pants for him. I have not told him how much his three pairs of imported pants cost. Needless to say he is no longer allowed to laugh at my luxury items and next time we go away he will be packing extra pairs.
Oh I did enjoy today!!!

So after that little shopping spree we caught the ferry to Hong Kong island with grand plans to possibly ride on the peak tram, visit Aberdeen and do some other stuff. Instead we got lost.
Hong Kong island is a weird place. It's all shopping centres and walkways. I swear we got trapped in a mall for at least half an hour as we couldn't find an exit and then when we did get out we walked around in circles on the various walkways for ages until we could get down to road level to work out where we were.
In amongst our confused wanderings we made it to where the grand handing over of HK back to China happened - basically like the NEC but with a big golden flower ad obelisk outside.
Lucky enough to catch a parade of the fishing fleet going along Victoria Harbour - not quite sure why there was a parade (if indeed that is the correct term as applied to boats - i think a 'flotation' is better but hey what do i know) but it was quite spooky to watch them all appearing out of the fog!

On the way back we happened across another computer mall which Martyn assures me was entirely accidental (like I believe that). He still hasn't bought anything though - I think he is ill, either that or he does know how much his new pants cost!!

Then we got lost a bit more and ended up in some gardens where women in tribal headressrs were dancing, some other women were dancing with glasses of water balanced on their heads.
Quite odd really, we are fairly convinced most of the female population of HK spent their Sunday afternoon camped out on bin liners an cardboard on all the walkways between the shops. They had their own little picnics and entertainment (dancing, singing, cards, ribbon folding, beading and bingo!) No idea where the men were though.

Eventually we found a sign for the ferry back so being as we had been 'lost' for about five hours by then we decided to head home!