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Went over to Po Toi Island for lunch today. Although it was sunny, the speed boat ride in open seas managed to get most of us drenched in cold sea water. You wouldn’t have thought a bunch of wakeboarders had such an aversion to cold water. Anyway, as soon as we arrived, all hell broke loose as our boat spotted a dog nearly hanging itself on its own leash. Its owners had tied it to an elevated railing and had carelessly ignored it as it had fallen off the edge. Couldn’t see the poor dog struggling to get up or nearly snap its neck with the struggling. I suppose it’s forgiveable. Less forgiveable was the way they carried on as if nothing had happened or the fact that they tied the damned dog to the same railings.

Of course, we got the table next to theirs. Lower class Australians, as it turned out. Considering the only girl at the table looked like a Filipino maid, and the men were fat balding white men, I’ll let you draw your own conclusions.

Anyway, the food at Po Toi was good. I’m only aware of two times that I’ve been to the island. The first was for dinner during a junk trip and we took about three full tables. The second was today for lunch. Missed some of my favourites over lunch like the garlic abalone (at least, I think it was abalone). But then they had the battered squid and san choi fuyi, which is basically lettuce cooked in fermented beancurd, and all was well with the world again.

Po Toi also happens to be a small place and a popular one. Bumped into one of the head honchos from my old company not five minutes into landing on the island. It seemed that he was busy having lunch with an equally head honcho from the client side.

And they say playing golf is dead client service art form.