There's something to be said for getting a good night's sleep and taking a day to relax when you have been going non-stop for almost four weeks. We learned that today.We slept in today until 10 AM, then ran errands like searching for a place to have our laundry done and seeking out Band-Aids to protect Robin's heels. We enjoyed a tasty lunch buffet, took it easy, napped, read, and blogged. In the late afternoon, we got the proverbial "wild hair," recalling that we are on VacAsian with a lot to do and not nearly enough time to do it all, and dressed for afternoon tea.
We took a taxi to the famous Peninsula Hotel Hong Kong, where we indulged in their 80th Anniversary Double Chocolate Cake (HACS rating of 7.1 due to some inexplicable bits of orange in the cake) and a pot of Oolong tea. We also shopped in the high end Peninsula Shops, but unlike our market escapades, this shopping was strictly of the "window" variety. (Huey - and probably most men reading this - is at a loss to understand why ANYONE would pay US $1000 for a purse, even if it does say "PRADA" on it.)We returned to the hotel and went to pick up our laundry. On the way back, an historical event took place: for the first time in 15 years, Huey got a professional haircut. 
Since 1993, while he was in law school in Chapel Hill, Huey has cut his own hair. (Many of you are probably nodding your heads now, thinking "Well THAT explains it!") About every two weeks, he takes out his electric clippers and shears off his ebony locks, resulting in the ultra-simple do with which those who have met Huey are likely familiar. This, however, being Day Twenty Two, well... remember young Gary Coleman? In any case, the "stylist" (Huey was actually asked if he wanted a "cut and shampoo") didn't do as good a job as Huey does himself, but Huey is now proud to boast that he has spent a grand total of US $20 on haircuts in the last 15 years (and his highlights look fantastic!).
Since 1993, while he was in law school in Chapel Hill, Huey has cut his own hair. (Many of you are probably nodding your heads now, thinking "Well THAT explains it!") About every two weeks, he takes out his electric clippers and shears off his ebony locks, resulting in the ultra-simple do with which those who have met Huey are likely familiar. This, however, being Day Twenty Two, well... remember young Gary Coleman? In any case, the "stylist" (Huey was actually asked if he wanted a "cut and shampoo") didn't do as good a job as Huey does himself, but Huey is now proud to boast that he has spent a grand total of US $20 on haircuts in the last 15 years (and his highlights look fantastic!). 
This being a new city, you can probably guess what we did next. Yes, more market shopping. As luck would have it, The Temple Street Night Market was but three blocks from our hotel. This market was small enough that, despite its disorganization, we were able to hit every stall and comparison shop. Huey had a VERY soft ice cream cone from Mister Softee (yes, a Mister Softee truck in Hong Kong!) and our bargaining skills were polished, but alas, we didn't buy anything.PSYCH!!!
We bought a lot of stuff. A LOT. (We're really good to our family and friends.)
Back in the room, Huey called one of his goddaughters, Haley Ruth Matthes, to wish her a Happy Belated 11th Birthday (her birthday is May 23, the day after Robin's; his other goddaughter, Ashante Jana Sawyer, also 11, was born just two months earlier). If you ever want to blow a tween's mind, call her from halfway around the World out of the blue to wish her Happy Birthday. Works like a charm!
So ends the first low key, itinerary-free day of the VacAsian. Tomorrow is a BIG day, GIANT really.
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