The Temple Street in Tsim Sha Tsui night markets are full of gaudy trinkets, pieces of flotsam that you need in your life to enhance and ensure your luck and standing in the world. I actually went there to see the Hong Kong Museum of Art. And found out it's closed on Thursdays. Wandering back through a weary humid evening onset, I thought the night markets would be a good sight rather than cultural artefacts and ceramics from 2,000 years. the night markets ar not inspiring. On the other side of Woosung Street is the wonderful old restaurants selling fresh shrimp, fresh fish, fish heads in garlic sauce, goose intestines, and oysters with omelette. Young Hong Kong girls in their red Carlsberg Beer outfits. I ventured for the bo xin niu rou [菜 心 牛肉] beef with Chinese water spinach, with garlic. And a Hanjing Chinese beer. Garlicky and fresh. I'm loving the fresh vegetables cooked in garlic and a short beef stock. Back into Nathan Street and onto a packed bus up Nathan and Waterloo Streets to the university. I'm now going to get a Russian Caravan tea with Chocolate wafers.
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