This kid is wasted after another Saturday afternoon of nothing but homework.

A common occurance: Parents stopping mid-stride to make their children wave to us and yell "HELLO!!!!" Even children who can't even speak Chinese yet.

Kathy stuck with a somewhat familiar dish: spaghetti...with colorful chunks of who knows what.

What the....?

It's chewy alright.

Contrary to popular opinion, the hook makes a great toothpick. Especially for retrieving foreign fish parts from the lunch we just ate.

That's right Rachel. I will wring your neck with this here hook.

A mustache for Kathy?

The hook makes us laugh.

I am very fond of the hook.

The hook never leaves our side.

No one escapes a good beating from the hook.

This shop had just what Liz has been looking for her whole life: a giant wooden hook for that one knot in her back that no one understands. As for me, the boingy stick with a rubber basketball on the end provides some relieving, if not brutal, tai chi comfort. Rachel, me, Kathy, Liz and Dorian in Lukang.