I also heard that when you enter a shop just to look at the stuff, they will send you out telling you, "if you can't afford to buy, then don't come in".
That is to say I was prevented against Hongkongites, but I just didn't care because I was there to see my friends and the city, If they don't like me, never mind.
In the photo above, I don't know what she is fishing out of this big jar.
Anyway, I you can know expect, they happened to be just the opposite, they are deliciously nice and welcoming people.
Always ready to help you in the street, in the subway, anywhere you seem lost, or looking for something, in every shop I went, they were always helpfull, smiling, ready to give you a hand.
In the New Territories, these two Hakka women live in a strange village, first built in the 12th century, square, with very narrow alleys, small but confortable house.
Of course, tourist are coming to visit the village, and I guess they don't have much to live on, so they try to make a living out of the photographers.
This sweet lady asked me to take a picture of her, I agreed happily, then she asked for money, I gave her some coins. Gosh, it was not enough, my friend Martine didn't have the 10 HK$ she was asking, me neither, Mr Garden was away in a temple, she got angry, cursed me, shout at me, followed me in the village, making people to go out of their house, and she was telling them, in her Hakka language that I was the most ugly-stingy red long nose she has ever seen in her life. In her case Hakka language was easy to understand!
But Stanley market is also where you need money to buy, buy till you drop.