Choggie new year follow-up

Thursday 26 January 2012, 11.09pm HKT

8.45pm local time  / 13°C (55°F) at 88% relative humidity

YESTERDAY WAS the third and final day of the Chinese New Year holidays in Hong Kong.

I couldn’t post a follow-up yesterday as promised, mainly because:

  • I was lazy because of the rich meals I was having
  • my camera conked out
  • managed just now to salvage some pictures from the camera memory card

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Here’s what happened yesterday (Wednesday, 25th January):

Just kidding.

Actually, this happened:

That’s a friend’s iPhone screencap. You don’t even need to know Chinese to realise it’s pretty high on the WTF-ness scale.

That was 4.8°C (40.6°F) at 7.10am in the suburbs yesterday. In the urban areas, it was 8°C. It was 10°C in London.

The bottom of the screencap says we can expect this Saturday to rise to a maximum of 19°C (66°F). Some rise, huh?

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I forgot to post these food pictures on the last day of the Year of the Angry Rabbit (Sunday 22nd January), so I’ll just leave these here.

Hotpot dinner of lean beef, fatty beef, mushrooms, meatballs, fishballs, mussels and greens.

‘Popcorn’ the housecat … not part of the dinner gig.

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And yesterday (25th):

No home is without snacks during Chinese New Year — especially pistachios (underneath the Doritos and crisps).

Australian beefsteak, seared on the outside and rare on the inside.

That’s just MY portion (four pieces).

All the other pictures can’t be salvaged from the memory card. (Grumble)

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Street scenes from yesterday:

It was pissing down all day yesterday and the traffic was chockablock everywhere.

Like I said, it was around 8°C to 10°C (46°F to 50°F) yesterday in the urban areas. People stood practically motionless in the street, so adding to the general chockablockness.

After two full days of being locked indoors because of the cold, everyone was dying to come out of the woodwork by the third day yesterday.

As expected, our overimaginative but under-promiscuous pouty chicks refused to wear anything but miniskirts in the face of low temperatures and rain. (Sorry, those pictures didn’t make it out from the memory card.)

Possibly the world’s most expensive shop space (Swatch timepieces) stayed open throughout the three-day holiday. And going strong even at night.

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And today (26th):

With mefolks this afternoon.

(Guess which one of them is slightly loopy.)

© The Naked Listener’s Weblog, 2012. All photos by me.

Choggie new year again! (More?)

Wednesday 25 January 2012, 10.30am HKT

10.20am local time

8°C (46°F) in Hong Kong / 10°C (50°F) in London

THAT’S RIGHT, peep’l, we’re finally more brain-damaged than our previous rulers. It’s now colder and wetter in subtropical Hong Kong than it is in temperate London.

Today is the third and final day of our Chinese New Year holidays.

It’s the Year of the Water Dragon — but you and I know already it’s really the Year of the Salamander.

I’m just about to hit the streets, so stay tuned for pictures later.


Kung Hei Fat Choy

© The Naked Listener’s Weblog, 2012. Image via Linlithgow Liberal Democrats.

It’s still choggie new year! (Part 3)

Tuesday 24 January 2012, 6.00pm HKT

From Part 2

Updated 25 Jan 2012 (correcting typos).

This is the final part for now.

I realise Part 2 was a bit brain-damaged, so here are more of the same.

The pigeons having their new year’s feast.

Officially, we’re not allowed to feed pigeons. but what the hell. Live and let live!

This tree is 15 years old.

(Yeah, everything is fast-growing here in Hong Kong.)

The last tree on the same site was 120 years old, then it kicked the bucket in a tropical storm. I fetched bits of the old one back home, and I love it.

They’re still suffociating the tree with these concrete barriers!

The lone white pigeon stared at me non-stop. It was eery.

The groundsman  at the nearby cricket club threw some bread crumbs to the birds, saying “Happy New Year to you guys!”

Awww, that’s nice of him, wasn’t it?

The hated crowd-control barriers.

We’re having 23 minutes of fireworks tonight around eight o’clock.

Hate it. I used to love fireworks, but not since after living in Beirut.

Now, I get really scared when they crank up the fireworks because they sound exactly like artillery fire.

© The Naked Listener’s Weblog, 2012. All images by me.

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