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Christmas spirit has hit the East.

But let us not forget to give praise for more bamboo miracles.

I can't read it, but if I was a betting man, I'd say it's probably some political rant.

Christmas spirit.

Sweet silhouette.

Love the old conversing with the young.

My apologies for not photoing from a better angle. This wing of the building was literally being held by steel arms. Quite surprised they didn't use bamboo.

Oh I get it! Save the bamboo for the real stunts.

I guarantee no tourists aside from myself and Rareez rolled this gate. I just like finding the hidden gems.

Damn. Maybe I should have stayed on the other side of the gate.

One of the most magical streets I've strolled down.

Right to Kowloon Park.

Gosh darnit! I went all the way to the Far East, located and strolled down the most magical street ever, just to get to Kowloon Park so I could hawk and hawk and hawk some more. And then I read this.

I must say the signage at Kowloon Park was a little off.

Not that deep. I think Donatello is totally touching the bottom and doing something cool with his bo staff.

This landlord is getting paid.

This shot is for the homies at The Seventh Letter.

And this one is for you.

Being here so long I can actually read the signs now. See the pink one is a night club and the burgundy on the right is for 227 4, and the burnt orange sign is for Multi-virtues Buddhist Heritage Co. Oh and Shirl, my fav,  is on the far right ground-level.

I stood in front of this sign taking countless photos, attempting to capture each monetary domination illuminated. To no luck, I settled for the pound and yen.

You thought I was done tripping on bamboo!? Tripping.

I watched this cat go all the way down the block hitting every awning and ledge. I'm going to go out on limb with this one, bare with me. After seeing this little hairy Olympian, I think I have a soft spot in my heart for cats.

Things are looking up. By things, I guess I'm referring to myself. I am looking up. With camera.

Bamboo cocoon.

Very Miami.

I was this close to grubbing at Pizza Hut.

But decided to keep it as real as possible. See that coconut on the right? Shredded pork with some other shit. I'm not talking carnitas. This pork was so finely shredded it had the texture of cotton candy and melted in your mouth. Bomb ass meal.

I like my view from my room, but peep the Costco jacuzzi under the interrogation lights. Not cool. I'm guessing me and a handful of other perverts were standing in our hotel room windows lurking.

Peace out Hong Kong! I'm rollin' back to Tokyo for a hot one.