Field notes from Whampoa
Dedicated to my neighbours in Whampoa.
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I think if you keeps visiting the old uncle's Kofi shop and buy his eggs and kopi, his kind of shop will be around. I don't eat at the large chain because the food is soulless, fits the same measurement and ingredients everywhere, and most of all, they kill the local shops. I would love to hear the uncle's chit chat rather than polite soulless greetings of a food chain.
Thank you for the story of Whampoa. This is the first time I heard the name of the place.