With only a few hours left I had to grab some street food. A few of my other travel companions were scared to go slum it in the streets, but this is where the best food usually is.Herman and I ran into the back alley across from the hotel where we were served by a local that claimed to speak 7 languages. He definitely had 3 down, speaking to the cooks in Mandarin, me in English, and Herman in Cantonese.
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