It was overcast today. In the morning, my dad woke me up really early and then took us to tour Tsim Sha Tsui. Of course, we rode that lovely rocky (rocky suggests it’s made of rock. Maybe rocking is better) ferry to get there. I even helped my uncle buy tokens from a really old-looking ticket machine that I thought was some relic. After a luxury lunch that my uncle paid for, we carried on shopping. I spent a fortune at Candelicious and crammed my backpack. My dad spent 100 USD to buy a leather-covered Holy Bible. My uncle, on the other hand, was shopping for those sky-high priced items like those dazzling watches made of gold. None of us agreed on the value of each other's purchases. (Do you mean you didn’t feel they were worth it?) As for my mom, she didn't buy anything; she just kept eating a variety of local snacks. In her eyes, we were all fools.