Martini time

Last night we battled our way through the legendary hustle and bustle of the Temple Street night market. The big winner was Christine who bargained her way into a kitschy set chopsticks with Mao's face on them. A close second was Lizzie who picked up some cheapo figurines.

To reward ourselves for the siege we sat for martinis it the lobby lounge at the Intercontinental in Kowloon. As we watched replica junk boats cross before the dazzling Hong Kong skyline, we toasted Dad who stayed there nearly 30 years ago and watched real junk boats pass. It was always a favorite spot of his, and when you're there looking out over the view and sipping a martini you understand why.