Just visited the small, semi-quaint village of Wo On Li, a 5+ hr. trip via a bus that left from an unmarked stoop in Downtown Hong Kong. (Have to give props to my 2nd cousin Cynthia for that crucial info!!!)
” Why did we go there?”, they asked when we arrived…
“Um, well, funny thing… My family’s from here, even though none of them live here anymore…”
They still didn’t understand why. But were oh so sweet. They had no qualms about slapping dead the mosquitoes biting my legs. Or asking for Lai See money even though we’re not related…. Everyone’s gotta come up somehow…