Tommy the hotel man had recommended a restaurant for breakfast since the first day, and we'd told him that we'd already been there twice, so we thought we ought to try it out. One of Hong Kong's many specialities is dim sum, the little pieces of food that arrive in bamboo baskets, a bit like tapas but not. We found the restaurant and once again we were the only westerners there. They had to call a special waiter over to show us to our seats.

The menu was extensive, about fifty dishes, all in Chinese. Not an English word in sight. We had the idea that we just ticked the box of the things we wanted, but even with the dictionary at the back of the guidebook we weren't able even to guess at any of the contents. I did spot the number 4 in one of them, but that wasn't much help. The waiter finally came to find us and tried to help. We asked for chicken as I don't like fish,and the man ummed and ahhed for a bit before declaring 'Chicken!' triumphantly and making his hand into a claw. Nope, we didn't want chicken's feet.

Once again a lady came to our rescue. She chose five fish-less dishes for us and said that if we got the bill before 12.30 it'd be cheaper for us. We thanked her and sat back and waited. Unfortuantely, as is so often the case, prawns aren't considered fish, and three of the five were just for Mikey. Also unfortunately, we had no idea what it was we were eating, making it hard to order the good ones again in future. The only one I really liked was a sort of shepherd's pie goo inside something that could have been steamed bread dough. Very nice, and easy to eat with chopsticks, too, which is a bonus. The others were all steamed, giving them the wobbly, jelly-like texture of mushrooms and jellyfish. But I ate plenty and enjoyed the experience. The nice lady grabbed Mikey about halfway into the meal and explained that if he paid now we'd get a discount, and then we carried on eating for a bit.

After a good but weird breakfast, we headed out to Central again and tried to book the 28-hour train to Beijing for when we got back from Tokyo. We weren't able to do that without a visa, and we couldn't get a visa without our passports, which we'd need for Japan, so we left empty-handed. That was a job for next week after all. Then we had nothing much we needed to do, so we went back to Causeway Bay and watched a film called 2046