Just junk

We start the day with Dim Sum, at the Luk Yu Tea House. Lonely Planet says that "the staff have been around since the early Ming dynasty and are as grumpy as an emperor deposed" - but they are perfectly pleasant to us. The waiters are all men, and the women bring the food. They are all at least in their 50s, and they walk round with a tray slung over their shoulder piled high with bamboo baskets of food. They sing out - in Chinese - what the food is - of course we're none the wiser. We look interested, so they lift the lid of the top bamboo basket. Most of the time, we're still in the dark about what the food might be. At this stage, our waiter keeps an eye on us and makes comments like, "Beef, good", if we seem likely to reject something he thinks we should eat. We take the hint and eat everything he suggests, and it is all fantastic.

Later we work off the Dim Sum (or not) with a trip on the Star Ferry. I took this picture just after we'd got off the ferry. The man you can see on deck has a fishing net and is collecting plastic bottles from the water. If he collects some other flotsam as well, he chucks that back into the harbour. His colleague steers a very wiggly course from one bottle to the next. I'm not sure who makes the directional decisions, but it all looked a bit precarious.

Sadly it's now time to work out the logistics of tomorrow morning's fairly early flight back home. All good things have to come to an end, but we've certainly had a fantastic time.