Chill-axing in Kowloon Park (Hong Kong) on a hot Sunday afternoon. Everyone was moving slowly – including the turtles.
I love street food. Especially at night. I enjoy supporting the local entrepreneurs. I guess I’m a nocturnal locavore.
Eating street food in China is like bungee jumping, every once in a while there’s a small risk of death.
Photos of the kids that I see around the village and in my travels to other factories.
Sunday is the day that most domestic workers in Hong Kong get a day off. They pass the time in the park talking to friends (new and old), dancing, singing, eating native foods from their home country, and just relaxing in the shade.
This is Wendy. At only 24 years old she has some great stories to tell and Monk-like philosophical observations. She also told me I drink too much Diet Coke (she’s right). UPDATED: 11/18/11