Hong Kong

Photos by Akila Berjaui, Logan Hicks and myself.

We arrived in the evening, so Jason took us for a late dinner at this really fancy restaurant. Nothing says class more than toilet paper rolls under the tables. There was also a sign on the wall saying "Please do not spit on the floor". But the food was nice.

And of course the dishes were washed on the sidewalk.

This is Jimmy's hometown, so he showed us around and took us shopping. Logan bought a camera only to break it less than a minute later. I bought one too but waited until the evening before I broke mine. There's something about cameras, gravity and asphalt that just dont mix.

Toys! Tim bought a whole bunch of cool stuff for his son and well, yeah, himself too.

I found this crazy ass mini Hitler, how insane is that? Of course I just had to have it.

We took a boat to another boat for lunch. It was huge and the food... mmm...

Three kings... or something. They forced us, ok?

Time for work. Tim in front of his paintings being interviewed by Hong Kong press.

Another excellent meal was had on top of a hill overlooking the city.

The following day was showtime.

They had made these huge banners but Tim made another one so people would find us. It's the name of his old Sydney crew...

Oh yeah, someone put a hole through one of my paintings... it wasn't this guy though, it was...

Logan "hammerhead" Hicks. I'm gonna get that engraved. It came off by accident when we were trying to hang the paintings, flew in beutiful slowmotion through the air and smashed through my painting. I nearly died.

We got quite a crowd after a while.

And inside...

While we waited for our turn...

The locals got things started.

...and so did Michelle.

Tim and logan...

Nice and tidy.

My style is a bit more messy...

I'm sure I wasn't the only one who got paint stains all over.


Finishing touches...

And voila, there it is. Done and sold. Thanks Roweena!

And then the cops came...

I did my best to charm them, offering a drink.

While Jason waited outside, looking hot!

We figured it was about time to take the party elsewhere. I have no idea what that dude is carrying but it looks mad heavy.

Logan looks terrified at the prospect of another drink.

Somewhere around this time it was my turn to break my new camera. Broke my watch at the same time, just to have one up on Logan.

The ride to the airport was beautiful, the nature amazing.

Found the weirdest name for a mag at the airport.

And of course...