Actually I was already back on Monday night. I love Hong Kong! I can shop like I'm a bloody millionaire and still have a few thousands to spare!
The flight to HK was good but the flight back saw some air turbulence where I saw my orange juice swinging merrily in the cup, threatening to spill over.
Anyway, the D&D was just so-so. In the end, I did not rent my lovely black hat because I figured it would be too much of a hassle. Topi aku tu kalau kecik takper nyaaarr... Besar seoul. It's a whole different entity by itself and probably requires a separate luggage bag. My luggage was filled to the seams as it was when I got back.
Wanna know what I brought back? Some t-shirts for the guys in my life, a Balenciaga for my mum (whether it's real or not, I leave it to your imagination hurhur), some stuffs for the girls in my life, gourmet teas for the gramps, and sikat kutu for my grandmas. Okay they're not sikat kutu, but Huda said they're sikat kutu.
And a grand total of 7 tops for myself! Esprit warehouse sells t-shirts for as low as $8 apiece! I would have bought more but I wanted to pee so bad! I couldn't concentrate on shopping! Macam apa tau... Everytime I see something pretty, I can't stop and look. I have to grab it off the shelves and look at it while walking cos if I stop, I'd pee. Macam perempuan say-whale okay. For some reasons, I always have bladder and stomach problems when I travel. My stomach feels bloated and I have this perpetual peeing sensation. Brings a whole new meaning to 'makan angin' eh sila hadirin dan hadirat.
I got me some
'I sold my soul to Rock & Roll' tee and one with the words
'Groupie'. I very the luuurrve. T-shirt Groupie ni, untuk the times when I go to Yan's gigs. Hurhur.
So many little incidents happened at HK. One of them was the part where we got ripped off by a cab driver. Itu cab driver memang nak kena pelangkung! Learn English lah, for goodness sakes! It's like, how long are you gonna stay primitive and survive by hand signs and bits and pieces of broken English and a whole lotta Cantonese with foreigners?
On Sat night, we were at Lam Kwai Fong, and after 3 rounds of the damn place, we decided to go Hard Rock, a place we should have just gone in the first place cos LKF are full of watering holes. We were looking for dancing spots, rather. But some of us got scared cos the only available dancing spots with hip-hop/R&B are the ones full of blacks.
So this was the part where we hailed a cab to Hard Rock Cafe abeh the cab driver drove us to mana tau...
Delifrance CAFE at Tsim Sha Tsui Complex eh sila tuan-tuan dan puan-puan. Aku kan kata HARD ROCK CAFE bukan DELIFRANCE CAFE lah setaannnn... And you know what's the icing on the cake? Delifrance Cafe was CLOSED! The workers tengah sebok sapu-sapu, cuci lantai eh. If I had it my way, I wouldn't pay him lah. I think the fare was S$15 or something. Eh S$15 can buy me 3 pairs of shoes in Shen Zhen okay!
Anyway, minutes before we board the bus to the airport for home, I had a little (mis)adventure.
Huda and I were the only ones from Group 3 while the rest of our friends were in Group 4. So we had a few hours to kill before our bus to the airport leaves at 1pm. So the morning of Monday saw us doing some last minute shopping before we decided to treat ourselves to a 45 mins foot massage. Halfway through, 4 angmoh guys came out from what we assume was their body massage rooms and waited at the reception. I'm sure they were gossiping about us like how we were gossiping about them. Huda said one of them looked like a member from Blink 182 and another looked like the doctor from the series Lost. Whatshisface, John? Jack?
Anyway, after the massage, we walked quickly to Sheraton Hotel (which was, by the way, just splentacular), just in time to see Group 3 boarding their buses. While dragging our luggage to the bus, I realised something. I left my favourite jacket at the massage parlor! I've only worn the jacket once and it's already my favourite so that's saying alot. I asked Huda "Eh, you think I have time to get it back?" Huda: "No."
I did a quick mental calculation in my head. The massage parlor was a good 10mins walk from hotel. That'll make it 20mins to get back at the hotel. With any luck, I can make it in 12. Kata dah massage kaki, so I should be able to walk faster CHEYBAH. Walk fast, waklu walk fast. Shopping kills your feet eh sila.
I told the tour leader and started jogging. I would have given it a go, regardless of the fact that she might say No. Cos I'm adamant like that. As I was nearing the massgae parlor, I saw the group of angmohs downstairs having a smoke. As I got nearer, they turned to look, one even with a hint of a snigger, I thought.
See the thing is, while Huda and I were paying for the massage service, the manager of the place made a commotion. From his voice tonation and hand gestures and angry face, we assume that the angmoh boys left without paying for their services. I was therefore surprised to see them at the foot of the massage parlor building. Ok so whatever. I ran up and asked for my jacket and this woman, with what little English she could muster, said that someone had taken my jacket and I screamed "WHERE'S MY BLACK JACKET!! I LEFT IT HERE!!!" pasal aku macam stress thinking about the trouble I'm in, making my bus wait and not coming back with my favourite jacket.
The woman ran out and down the stairs. I followed her. As I was walking down the stairs, she was coming up with my jacket! And she was pointing to the group of angmohs! APA NI!! KENAPER mereka amik jacket saya ni! I don't understand this whole thing. Was Blink 182 trying to keep my jacket for his girlfriend? Was Jack trying to be funny? What the hell. And as I walked past them, Blink 182 winked! Not funny lah botak! Just not funny. Aku tengah stress ni. Kaki dah penat seoul jalan cepat-cepat. Never mind, I got my jacket back. That's all that matters.
Ahh HK. Pictures will be up soon, hopefully.
the enigma was spotted at 20:24
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This was taken at the platform at the train station on the way to Shenzhen. I have no idea what it means. Later, I found out from my chinese colleague that it's a direct translation of whatever it is they're trying to tell us.
I bought this cap in HK! It's a ciplak Giorgio Armani hurhur... Caps are good to have when you have bad hair days - which I had during my entire trip there. And because washing my hair in the salon would eat into my shopping time so a cap was my saving grace!