M'Gai Gwailo

Had one of the strangest but best days ever today. I hopped on a bus to go and see the Big Buddha and the monastery next to it. About 5 minutes into the ride, a girl got on and struck up a conversation with the opening line of 'So what's your favourite kind of food?'.
We got to chatting and explored the beautiful monastery and the amazing views from the top of the 268 steps up to the Buddha.
Afterwards, we stumbled on a map for the village of Tai O and decided to get the bus over there. We got off the bus and wandered round the narrow streets of stalls selling strange Chinese foods, and looked at the little wooden huts and walkways built on stilts in the mudflats. Whilst wandering we said hello to a man sitting by his house, and ended up chatting for a while before he took us to a tiny shop that all of his friends and family were at. He ordered us food and gave us beers. We ate clams and crab that had been caught in the bay.
His name was Andy and he taught us the Cantonese word for thank you - M'Gai. He also told me that his friends were scared of me because of my ginger hair - apparently that's a sign of the devil! I was also referred to as 'gwailo', meaning 'ghost person', and is used to refer to Westerners living in HK.
He told us about his life and how 30 years ago he lived in Manchester for 2 years, working as a waiter but was deported after his visa ran out. He left behind his Welsh girlfriend and daughter, whom he hasn't seen or been able to contact since despite attempts. Who knows, maybe someone will read this and know exactly who I'm taking about and Andy can be reunited with his daughter!