Hong Kong Night Lights

With less than a week to my going back to Europe, and a bit more than a week until his birthday, we decided to spend two nights in Hong-Kong as a farewell to one of my favourite cities on the planet.

To start our evening, we decided to go to this new bar on Wyndham Street. Thank god I have an acute sense of direction (I do so don't you dare tell me otherwise, you know who you are.) because to get to this bar we had to get through a tiny little alley, without a single light in sight, go up some random stairs, until we got to this sort of medieval looking door. I found it medieval because, as soon as I confidently got ready to step inside, this man, who was somewhat of a guard, opened the door without any intention on letting us in and in a rather brute form just said: "yes, what do you want.". 

- Ahem, mister. We want to eat. Let us in, for crying out loud! 

- Did you make a reservation?

- (Did he really just ask us that?) No, we didn't but we want to eat. 

[Closes the door. Comes back after 10 seconds.]

- OK. Come in. But next time, you must make a reservation.

- Hmpf.

The place was worth the arrogance. The options on the food menu, not so much.

We were obviously still hungry, but didn't feel like staying there much longer, even though it was a pretty nice place. Soooo, we went to a Tapas restaurant! You can never go wrong with Tapas, that's a certainty. Thank god we did, the food was delicious! 

After our little aperitif mishap and our make-up dinner we headed to a very interesting (I can't really find the right adjective for this) little joint just behind Wyndham Street : SALON 10.

Oh, it was such a relief to find this little relic. The place, the people, the music... just what we needed. You walk inside and you have the impression to be entering a seventies' style submarine, along with a few odd but adorable creatures who float around with their cocktails, nonchalance and their high-heels. 

We were seated at the kitchen table. Yes, the kitchen table. No, not joking. There's a massive kitchen in the middle of the bar. Quite nice, makes the place feel even more cosy.

After a while, we spotted a man in a grey suit reading tarot cards. Minutes later, we were ourselves being told what the future held for us. He promised us a hellofa great future. 

We stayed there the entire evening and headed back home after a few good laughs, meeting some interesting people and with a pendulum in my pocket - a gift from our tarot friend.