Hong Kong

After many long delays with passports, visa's and contracts i finnaly found myself en route to the airport. Running a little late, we hurried to the check in desk, and after the usual questions about sharps etc, the question of explosives was raised. We both replied 'No'. Should have left it at that, but lucas, always the joker, was quick to add 'Except for my bomb'. The look on the check in guys face was enough to tell us in an instant that he didnt find it funny. Neither did his supervisor, nor the two armed guards who appeared to escort us to a bag checking bay. Lucas was told he wouldnt be flying today, and, needless to say, my excitement was soon replaced with dissapointment.

A simple suggestion from my lovely yumi, however, brought about a breif glimmer of hope. Why dont i just go? Meet lucas there. So thats what i did, and the breif glimmer turned into a blazing flame of excitement once more.

So i got on the plane, not really knoing what i was doing, it all
happened so quickly, due to our lateness, and the delay of bomb threat.. i just ran for it and couldnt really say
goodbye... Sorry all you guys i wish we could have had the drawn out
goodbye but fate dealt its cards and i just had to go with it... i couldnt bear another delay. And thankyou, so much to everyone who came. It was lovely to be surrounded by my dearest friends on my last moments in the country.

After a strenuos customs inspection ( i think they radioed ahead
about the bomb thing) i found myself tearing past the gates
franticly searching for mine, i found it (thank god) and boarded,
thankfull for the two seats (the one bonus of an otherwise crappy state of affairs!!) I made friends with
the hostess's and soon had them laying down the gordons one after
the other. Then i made the mistake of askng for a rum, at which
point they realised i was 'mixing drinks'(as elusive myth as there
ever were) and told me i should slow down, and that they would 'keep
an eye on things'. My frustration with the lack of alc was short
lived however, after i befriended a hostess named bethany who helped
me on my road to the drunken stupor i aimed so determendly for. And
then... when i was getting off the plane she gave me two (yeah
TWO!!!!) amenity kits usually reserved for business class with a
razor (on an aeroplane?), shaving cream, toothbrush and paste, moisturiser, soap deo and bandades. Lovely lady.

So i got into hong kong, changed some money and headed for the
buses. had a crash course in chinese public transit (have to buy the
tickets seperatly from a booth not from the driver) then almost
upped a guy for short changing me before realising the coin in my
hand was a ten dollar coin, not one dollar(whoops)

Got into the city (stressing hard that i missed my stop) and found a
hostel, the garden point hostel. Small and dingy but surprisingly
clean, bunked up with three poms and two canadians. There all really
cool, though they like shit music, except one of the canadians who seemed to have the exact taste of music as i, so exact it was almost uncanny (for lack of a less stupid word). I put on the strokes and the others didnt dig it.... but there lots of fun. the poms had 2Lts of Johnny red each which knocks them up a notch in my book. Got roaring drunk, playing a game called kings (cards and alcohol) until i passed out cold on my bunk.

Its so different here, everything is faster. the roads are insane,
almost got hit tonight. Theres an indian guy literally every ten
mteres who says 'watches? suits? hashish?' must all be part of the
same racket. but my roomates said they weren't asked for hashish... Must be my Blonde hair.(?)

Had dinner at a cute little noodle bar, the lady didnt understand a word i said, i kept asking for vegetarian cause im not game for meat, ended up having a cauldron sized bowl of cabbage and noodles, but not all that bad.

Woke up the next morning and boarded a train bound for Guanzhou.

Anyway, just thought ide post and let you know im fine,
travelling is so great, ive met so many cool people already
and its only my first night. Sorry i couldnt call (yum and mum) to broke, conserving every last penny (God Honkers is expensive, only a
ittle cheaper than home!!!)

Some of this you will have read (mum, zakka, yum, helen, i think thats all) as it was an email that i modified. Needed it i daresay, as i typed it all during the raucious night in Honkers (yes, the one involving the Johhny Red)

Much love, all the way from Chink. Spread all ive said to those
i couldnt say it to. I'll try and keep this blog updated, drop a comment anytime... Please!!!!

Love you all, especially my dearest Yumi. Everyone take care of her for me till i get back.

Much love,
Tom, aka Delta stallion (week till death)

p.s. weeks just aren't the same.