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The four hour bus ride was pretty uneventful apart from alex getting riled at the border crossing because we had to get off the bus twice. God knows what he would have been like with the 9 hours it took to get from Russia to Mongolia! As soon as we arrived in HK, we parted company with the Canadians and headed off in search of a cheap hostel. I had heard from Al Robinson that hostels in HK were pretty expensive and also pretty disgusting, and he wasnt wrong. We opted to stay in the Mirador Mansions on Nathan Road, Kowloon instead of the infamously disgusting Chungking Mansions a few doors down. After some asian guy tried and failed to rip us off with a horrid room, we found the hostle that we had been recommended (Garden Hostel), and the rooms are quite clean, only a little small and expensive.
There was only one thing on our minds when we arrived, beer. We got a much needed shower in and Ackroyd shaved off the rattiest tash ever, and we headed out to Wan Chai on the island by the super clean and efficent MTR system.
Wan Chai is basically an area near Central that is jam packed with bars ans strip clubs (brothels) near to where Al Robinson lived when i came to visit him last time (why dioesnt that surprise me?). This is supposedly one of the cheap areas to drink on the island, but it still costs in excess of 3 or 4 pounds for a pint of beer in most places, which is scandalous. After about 6 beers in a few of the bars, we thought it would be a funny idea to do a bit of a brothel pub crawl. The stupid thing is, they were trying to tempt us in by saying 'we have many pretty girls', but we were only going in the places that would sell us cheap beer, for now!!
After our mini brothel crawl, we headed to a bar/club called Joe Bananas (9 quid for double Vodka Red Bull), where i got chatting away to some fit Canadian air stewardesses, and the lads cut a few shapes on the dance floor. Turns out that the strip clubs were too temopting for them guys, so they headed back off to one and left me in search of freebies. I wasn't going to get any.....turns out that my drink had been spiked in one of the strip clubs beforehand and the last thing I remember was talking to the Canadian girls.....then i woke up in a doorway at 8am with no money or Octopus card in my wallet!!!! Bastards. The only saving grace being that they didnt nick my cash cards or driving license.
In the mean time, Al and Ackroyds night was just getting into full swing.......both of them ended up with ladies of the night (Phillipinos), and Al was especially naughty and did one in the dirty!!! Whereas, Ack finished the job, then rolled over and went to sleep in his little cubicle. He woke up later no tknowing where he was and started walking around the brothel naked apparently.
Pretty uneventful night all round then!
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