Walking around Wan Chai, which was one of my favourite part of HK. I think it was the sense of history to it, especially near the Blue House (or House of Stories). Right on the next street you could find yourself a decent bar with a Nepalese bartender who made the best cocktails according to a Chinese lady customer who was slightly tipsy. There was a large sign in there saying: Keep Wan Chai Weird. Well we did. Few blocks away: the market had isles of vegetables and fish I had never seen before and bakeries on the street were selling the infamous egg tarts.
One for the weekend.