Alone at last. Hmmm, what am I going to do now?
Well we arrived in Hong Kong, or rather Kowloon to be slightly more accurate on Tuesday afternoon. I'm terribly embarrassed to say that my vow never to drop the deuce on a Chinese sleeper train was broken and I had to go drop the kids off on the track. The food has finally taken its toll on my whimpering bowels and I've ben suffering somewhat in Hong Kong. Still, onwards and upwards!
Tuesday night the group went out for a last supper followed by a night on the town. There was great fanfare with present giving and merrymaking. I personally received a pair of white gloves, some ankle length tights, a sun visor, a wooden snake, a clothes drying rack, a ping pong ball, and some vacuum packed pickled chicken's feet. Oh, and bottle of Bi Jiao (local drinking petrol) all from my wonderful intrepid leader, Erin. The Bi Jiao went down in two glugs, but didn't sit too happily on top of the Mongolian vodka I had lined my stomach with for the evening. The upshot of it all was that I was shit faced enough to speak my mind for the majority of the night (sorry again Andy) and there was some wailing and gnashing of teeth as the evening progressed.
Needless to say the following day was uneventful. I did see the most beautiful building in the world (HSBC) and took a ride on a boat but since there was a bit of a problem with a typhoon jobby we got wet wherever we went and were all fairly miserable.
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Sorry for the pause. All of a sudden I realised I had to get on a plane and go to a different country. Well I'd better finish of my account of Hong Kong before I move on to Vietnam. Not much to say actually other than everyone drifted off one by one and then there were none! The Cambridge Massive didn't turn up to a very important meeting at which we were to see the Hong Kong light show and I was going to bestow on them a gift of one dried scallop each for being reasonably nice people! Ah well, I hope you all had as good a time as I did and that nothing I have written on this sight makes you believe that I didn't really enjoy meeting you all!
That said I must give a shout out to the Hose Head and our two groupies, partly because I said I would and partly to thank them for making my life for the past four weeks better than it was before. I hope by now you know how highly I think of you guys! Apologies for the misspelling of Toque, Hose Face but it's my blog so take off eh! Once left on my Tod sadness prevailed for some time. Although I actually saw more of the city without all the distractions, the fact that my room was too small for me to actually lie down straight started to irritate me more than it had done before for some reason and the lack of window bothered me somewhat also. I think I just missed everyone.
Well that's all done now and I'm in Hanoi with Debs.It was damn wet yesterday and today it's damn hot. Good news is they seem to have more crazy sh*t on the menu here than they had in most of China and they even have a dog restaurant area. Snake wine is everywhere - I've been avoiding it like the plague with my Delhi belly but Paul, you can look forward to some of this muck when I get back! Any more orders?
We saw Ho Chi Min's dead body this morning. Twice actually because we couldn't understand their camera confiscating system and had to go back round. That was weird to say the least, but nothing a few expensive bevvies wouldn't fix (Bia Hanoi at 4,000dong a pop is the delightful local tipple) (it's 30,000dong to the pound so you do the maths).
Last thing - Debs has a blog: debdeb.blogspot.com
It's not as good as mine but it's a start!
Oh, and what's happened to the comments? The good start has fizzled out and I'm feeling unloved. Big Mumma keep em coming, and I am washing my hands, don't you worry!
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