I met more of Chi's family last Saturday. A kind of an out-of-the-blue situation when we were suddenly invited to a dinner. Not knowing what it was about, I casually agreed to go. Well, already on ferry to Tuen Mun I was told four of her aunties, their husbands, Chi's mom and grandmom, her younger sister and some other people close to the family are coming too. All went well, I'm glad to say. Seems I'm rather easily accepted by her family eventhough a gweilo is must be quite an oddity to them.
Understand they are really, really common people of Hong Kong and used only to dealing with locals. It's kind of like someone in Akaa dating an asian. It's not completely unheard of, but it definitely isn't common. Of course Hong Kong has many interracial couples, but usually it's between "better" people of Hong Kong.
So, what happenned isn't that spectacular, strange, or even interesting. We had dinner with the bunch of them, and it was fun. What makes it spectacular, strange and interesting for me is of course the chance to yet again dive deeper into the local way of life. What I have been observing from afar I now have a small part. Like almost everything about the local way of life so far, I have not been running into strange cultural barriers nor offended anyones traditions - just a bit of common sense and all is fine. Who needs those books about Chinese culture, really? Sure they give some insight what goes inside the head of some traditionally oriented people, but seems at least in Hong Kong all that gibberish has not really been of any true value.
Chinese(/Hong Kongese) do some things differently. Accept that. Prepare for that. Use common sense. And you're fine. Mostly it's just people dealing with other people and the universal rules apply.
That's all about that for now.
Oh, and a free household tip to all those unexperienced in the ways of living alone. And those not living alone, but still doing stuff themselves.
Do not put liquids in sealed containers to a freezer. In this case, don't put a can of coke to a freezer in hopes of making it cold faster and then forgetting it there over night, and realizing the mistake only 26 hours later. I did that. It wasn't such a awesome experience as it might sound.
So a short story even shorter. The can exploded before all of the contents was frozen so it was all around the freezer compartment. Fun. Well, that's nothing new but I just took a picture of the blown up can, and thought it's funny enough to post here. So here we go:
And here a more artistic view of the final situation. Ah, the spendor of life:
Aside from a can of coke blowing up in my freezer and the other things mentioned above, nothing much has happened. So there you have it. I'm off. Tchau!