Listening: I never really gave up on breakin' out of this two-star town. I got the green light. I got a little fight. I'm gonna turn this thing around.
What's my problem? Paying double, but still sleeping single.
Well, I'm in Hong Kong now. I landed at half three and after spending an two and a half hours between immigration, customs, getting an Octopus Card (Hong Kong's Charlie Card), getting a SIM card, getting two char siu baos, catching the bus to Kowloon, and finding a guesthouse, I'm ready to get this party started.
So I'm paying 150HKD ($22) for my single room tonight. I could have picked the room with the window, which had a shared bathroom down the hall, or I could have picked the room with no window, but has an ensuite bathroom. Actually it's not much of a bathroom, more like a square meter (seriously) that houses a sink, a toilet, and a shower head. The room itself is tiny as well, but how much time do I really plan on spending in the room. They say if a dorm bed empties, I'll move over to a dorm bed for 60HKD (just under $10).
I have to say that I hate hawkers. I HATE them. I don't like being hassled or touched when I'm shopping or looking for a guest house. And that's exactly what happened when I tried to locate the place that I'm staying now. Luckily I took down the address before I left Bangkok, or else I would have been thrown to the wolves. When people I don't know touch me, I get violently angry. I gave a hawker a look of death when I was at the night market last night. I think he feared for his life for a second before he realized that he should let go of me.
Anyhow, I have to get settled. I need to call my friend Candy too. Time to get it going on.
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