peekaboo

I turn left and right and all I see is the wide eyes mass; then, omnipresent, 24/7 Mr Bean pops up with his intense eyes, seemingly trying to push of this extreme seriousness.

He seems to be quite fine down there on the placard podium, as we all sink our tired eyes. Never exhausted, forever curious and playful. Hah, I am glad he is around.
There seems to be an extreme minimal of foreigners living in this new area. Except for Bean though, I think he will stay for the summer grinning at the kids.

Sharon and I moved from Causeway Bay on Hong Kong Island, to live in her sisters apartment in Kowloon bay. There, in the area of Sogo, it all seemed like Tokyo, somehwat international, while here it seems drawing far back to the mainland. Look sharp to the bottom here. Also adding a few images of the status quo.

Tom, showing off his construction engineering skills. He enjoys a cold beer. Nice to match thirsty nights and equilibrium performance. I am in debt of his friendliness. He has always been nice to help out with stuff. And he gets around speaking english. Kind of helps

The room we are living in used to be for storage. The fantastic renovation involved buying a bed; and ehm with the expanse of space the poeple in Hong Kong are frequented with, we decided to buy a sofabed, so it is possible to walk around.

The situation with matrasses here, at affordable prices compare to nothing more than mere flat rock. The irony of it all, is that this little sofa leaves for better sleep than the first month in Causeway bay where we had to pay 7000 HKD for a month.

Misses Wong getting comfortable. Tommorrow I am picking up holga scans from a karaoke session the night before her 25th anniversary.