Moe Mon Tai

If you happen to get yourself into a situation that you aren’t necessarily fond of, but it’s not the end of the world, go ahead and try out the phrase for “No Problem”.

Say it like this: Moe Mon Tai.

I believe it’s normally used to diffuse a situation, but I haven’t gotten myself into any real issues with anyone, so I like to use it when something small happens, like when the magazine stand doesn’t have any Ying Mon magazines.

“Ying Mon?” -Me, pointing at the magazines.

“No.”-Handy magazine stand dude/lady

“Moe Mon Tai. Ng Goy” -Me

WHOA.  Did I just toss you a 2-fer?  Sure did.  “Ng Goy” means a plethora of things, I use it all the time, and just hope it’s the right situation.
Try pronouncing the Ng part as if you just said “Sing” but with out the S and the I.  Goy is pronounced more like “Guy” but that’s just how I hear it.  It can mean any thing from “Thank you, Please excuse me, Please, Can I, Oops…” and that’s all I know of right now.  If you want someone to get out of your way,  you toss a “Je Je” on the end.
Say that like, “Ng Guy zhee zhee.”.

Thanks for tuning into Mumbling Monday.  Tune in next week to see if I’ve learned anything new or if I just let this week’s 2-fer ride out.

Motivating Lamma Street art

Little Lamma Love

Welcome to Lamma Graf

Graffiti greeting

I’m starting to get a handle on Lamma.  It’s a fresh breath of (clean) air compared to Hong Kong across the bay.  Quiet, laid back, beautiful… it’s got something for everyone.  The people who I’ve been introduced to are wonderful, they are smart, kind and hilarious.

There are no vehicles here (just emergency ones and these little motor carts that cart goods around.  Many people bike.

Lamma Bikes

Bike parking on the pier, where people pick up the ferry.

Love the water?

Lamma Boats

Little Boats

Even on cloudy days, this island is still beautiful.

Walking Lamma by me

This view is just 15 minutes from my place.

I like eggs

A few of you might remember that I raved about the eggs in Dominica.  Yes, they came from those crazy hens that I complained about pooping everywhere and I despised their buddy, Rooster, who woke me up every dang morning at 4 am.    Irritating as they were, those ladies made some awesome eggs.

It’s no secret that I love eggs.

I haven’t really come across an egg preparation that I didn’t like.
Wait, I take that back.  I don’t like when scrambled eggs get spongy-crusty.   Hmm, they aren’t supposed to get like that.  Let’s carry on, I like all eggs that I’ve eaten (thus far) when cooked correctly.

Cheese and Rice, the eggs here are amazing!  Fresh farm eggs, 8 eggs for $10 HK ($1.30 USD)… does it get better than this?!  Golden yolks, thick & tough shells, the eggs exactly as they are supposed to be.  Added bonus?  None of my neighbors have Roosters… or chickens that I’ve seen for that matter.

They are so dang pretty.  Pretty delicious.  Plus, I keep getting double yolks.  I’m not sure what that means, but I’m going to say it’s good luck.

Brown Eggs

Aren't they so colorful?

I love cracking eggs.  This is not a metaphor.



**Edit:  I guess these eggs might not be farm fresh.  They may in fact come from mainland China.  But still tasty.  And cheap as whaaaa!

Welcome to Lamma Island

After 72 hours of travel, and another late plane, I’ve arrived on Lamma Island.  Sorry for the delay, I could have written all day, but I just turned my computer on.

No surprise to anyone, but I blew the fuses to the apartment within 10 minutes of being left alone in the apartment. Of course.  So, that giant iPod/radio/alarm clock that I lugged across the world is now fried.

I’ve got a tad bit of the jet lag, so I’m going to nap and come back when my head doesn’t feel like it’s spun off.

For now, enjoy this lovely picture of our beach.  I can see this from our apartment.

Hung Shing Ye

Cloudy, but still beautiful