Day 02: Friend, o di ka say yoh?

It was predicted to rain between noon till 2pm. I didn’t want to experience what happened yesterday. Trusted my gut and took a nap as soon as we got home from the farmer’s market. Of course I ended up being stood up. The rain went elsewhere and by default, we started our journey towards Hampden.  Thirty minutes of slow strolling and we were embraced by a lively fair, aptly named the HONfest. A stranger told me that HON stands for “Honey” in short. Looking at the women with hairstyles shaped like beehives, I’d say I was amidst walking, talking cotton candies. And that sort of mirage/fantasy/sights put a smile on my face. 

Music from live bands at both corners of the street.

Natty Boh the mascot for the National Bohemian beer.

The absolute main attraction.

Hampden is such a quirky place I don’t know where to start. You’ve got shops that sell vintage items, international goods, and other wares that classifies as “interesting”. It is charming in a way, the kind of place you would go back to experience “eclectic”. More importantly, the festival was worth the exercise. I got myself a bottomless stainless steel mug with all the soda I can drink for the day. That alone cost me fifteen bucks, but I was left a lovely souvenir and full bladder to remember HONfest by. I gave away two bucks for some Malaysian curry puff, made by Thai vendors. It made my day!

A shop decoration in pink.

A paperweight that oogles a thousand eyes.

The day ended with delicious Vietnamese spring rolls for dinner. SoraK seemed pleased overall, despite the mix of fish sauce and lime was something she had never tried before. I can tell, watching her going through seven rolls on her own, which is itself an implied compliment. Nothing makes a chef happier, that she enjoyed her meal and left the plates clean.

Found ya,
Vonnie S.