Goodbye Finsbury Park, Hello Kowloon. After 11 hours on the plane Me and pierre finally get to kowloon via a bus from lantau, the hostel instructions being useless as always. we get to are hostel with the lovely name Travellers friendship hostel to find that all we have in terms of security is a curtain. It doesnt matter though cos we got a bed (a 2 inch thick matress which felt like it was made out of wood) but we ditch our bags and go out to get some munch.
When i ordered my vegetable noodles the lady kindly pointed out to me that there was no meat in it. a sign of things to come i'm sure. We we got back to the hostel we met everyone else who was staying there - some really nice people. just cotching, drinking beers, chatting. they invited us out for another meal and cos everyone was going we did too. with two meals in me i was up for a night in but pierre went off to meet up with some guy that chatted him up on the internet. (it was really the leader of the arsenal fanclub in hong kong and he was off to see the 'outstanding' arsenal champions league performance against Milan).
I stayed with the other guys and we went to a night market in jordan, about 20 minutes up Nathan road -where i scoped out the pink silk dressing gown which i later bought - god knows why. after the market closed we went back to the hostel and me, Matt and Louise stayed up till some ridiculous hour drinking and chatting to some guys over from the Uk and Germany who were doing kung fu training. they also had weird bruises on teh back from some candle therapy. eventually hit the sack at fiveish.
pierre got back at 6.30.
woke up the next day at 9.
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