Auspicious underpants
To China Town for some photography. At least, that was the plan. No sooner had we alighted from the taxi than Chrissy something bright and shiny and started purchasing (mostly paper wall hangings for Chinese New Year), thus ensuring that 1) we had something bulky to lug through the dense crowds all day and 2) the stallholders could easily spot us as mug punters.As it happens, there wasn’t too much happening, so we snapped a few pics, wandered around in the noontime heat, and sat down at the Porridge king hoping for a cool drink. Unfortunately they seemed to be overloaded, so we assayed another foray of the market. I was sorely tempted by the Melon Seed King, since Melon Seeds are such a delicacy among the Chinese, but decided that beer had priority, so we settled for a few large bottles of Tiger at a Hawker stall.
