No dinner as such to report from last night; it was all liquid. But after spending most of the evening fending off strange men trying to buy me drinks and then letting them buy me drinks and then fending them off again, I woke up this morning with a raging hunger; so ate THESE pretty good dan tarts while sitting on the hotel room couch in my underwear contemplating the view, and then dragged myself to an old standby, Fu Sing in Causeway Bay.
Thither, my friend and I gave the old dim sum hangover-helper a fair suck of the sauce bottle (as we [sometimes, hardly ever] say in Australia):
Then I stopped at Muji and bought myself a pack of these, because I'm wild and I cannot be tamed (or so I was informed last night.)
