Don't read this if you're eating

If you wander around the streets of Hong Kong, you'll inevitably stumble across the ever-bustling street markets. The experience is a sensory overload - its crowded, it smells, there are colours everywhere, steep hills, useless trinkets, some useful ones, and a multitude of edible delights. The markets that will really leave you with something to write home about are most definitely the wet markets. And by this I don't mean you need your wellies and raincoat to be part of the fun! Wet markets here means meat. Oh yes, meat - and a lot of it. And not all of it dead. Live meat. Yep, you heard me. There's no "mooing" or "baaaing" (that would just be going too far) but the fish are certainly still alive and kicking. They also display and somehow sell every single part of the animal. Beware - there's a few gory photos to follow but it'll give you an idea of what I'm talking about. If you're squirmy, look away.....now.

Dead bat? Sea cucumber? Some sort of blue-bottle-esque fish gizzards? With a side of 3-day old Hong Kong pollution? Appetising? Not so much...