Thanks to the inspiration of duriandave on my last trip to Hong Kong, I'm now hip to where the good Indonesian food is in Hong Kong.And while I did find one of the restaurants that he introduced me to in August, there was no table to be found today as the whole area is packed with Indonesian women -- nannies and domestic helpers -- on their one day off.
While I did feel like an interloper as I strolled around Victoria Park, I also felt happy and humbled; the outpouring of genuine joy as the women gather to pray, eat, talk, and pick out new clothes is inspiring.
I don't want to be the Westerner seeking "a cheap holiday in other people's misery"-- as John Lydon sang -- but I am interested in the culture and the cuisine.
And the woman who sold me the food off of her blanket seemed more than happy to see someone like me buying a meal from her -- as did the women who stopped and asked me if I liked the food as I purchased it.
Add to that some tempe from a nearby shopfront, and I had an awesome breakfast/brunch this Sunday in Hong Kong.
