I don't really have much photos from the 3rd morning, but that was the morning that we were going to spend time with my travel mate's cousin. His cousin was living somewhere on Hong Kong island, and so we took the MTR under the ocean across to the island.

We had a dim sum breakfast which was quite nice, but it was at a fancy restaurant, but going to the local spots would have been good as well. Unfortunately, his cousin had only been there nine months, and so couldn't bring us to the little shops and alleyways in search of food.

 One of the more festive sights on the street. It's a bus. although it's camouflaged to look like Tony Leung.

We walked around the shopping malls, and my travel mate went crazy, snapping up a total of six T-shirts from different outlets. Wow. And you thought Imelda Marcos' shoe collection was impressive.

We also had a nice siew mei (roasted items) lunch with char siew, siew yok and roasted duck as well. But the most important roasted item, the roasted goose, which I badly wanted to try in order to complete our Hong Kong experience, continued to elude me.  

We went to have dessert at this place called Hui Lau Shan, a franchised outlet serving mango desserts and good ol' herbal desserts as well. There was a serious mango overload. Like mango ice cream in mango juice with mango slices in it.

Quick factoid: The brand of women's clothes MNG is actually short for Mango. Consider yourself metrosexualised.

We made it a point to travel back to the Kowloon mainland by ferry, and after asking a few helpful Filipinos, finally found it.

 The evening harbour view.

We walked around the shopping malls a bit more, and were really tired but we did one more MTR ride to Tsim Sha Tsui to visit the Petaling Street-esque Lui Yan Kai (Ladies' Street) where all the fake goods were made with the women at heart.

 There were certainly no ladies here. I can assure you that.

It was a really nice chaotic street, a place where one could buy fake accessories and clothes. My friend and I tried to sharpen our bargaining skills, and happily report that the stall owners will be sending their children to college thanks to the money they made off us that night.