There are a few things synonymous with Hong Kong. Fantastic street food, knock-off Rolex watches and of course their street markets are always a hot favourite. Here are three markets that I only discovered by stumbling around for hours, drunk off the fumes of fish-balls.
Now I must warn you, they may be a little shady, maybe even a little raunchy for some of you. But if you like to throw caution to the wind then read on. The Battery Street Sex Market is exactly how it sounds. If you want some sex β this is the place to shop, and boy will you be battered with it. The market boasts an impressive number of prostitutes, all positioned strategically every 10 meters or so. I made the mistake of stopping and accepting a prostitution menu from one of these girls, in the name of blogging, to see their pricing strategy β HKD for a full body massageβ¦ not bad.
Luckily, I broke free and proceeded in the direction of waffles. After polishing off a delicious meal consisting of deep-fried pig intestines, I opted for a brief stroll around the area where I was staying. It was nothing more than a clone of every other market with similar bags, cheap electronics and lame souvenirs.
Coming to the end of the market I was met with a larger street brimming with classic Toyota Comfort taxis. I saw some stalls across this road and well, colour me intrigued, I decided to go have a gander.
I jogged across the road, dodging several taxis on the way. In front of me there it stood, the Hong Kong Mentalist Market. I was stunned. Lining the edge of this road was tent upon tent of Hong Kong mentalists. Here throughout the tent were very mystical-looking ancient Hong Kong ladies. I was far too timid to approach any of the booths but I saw various Ouija-boards, Tarot cards and palm reading all happening.
