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... the exhibition centre for some sort of convention. After extricating ourselves from a potential meet 'n' greet with some Hong Kong sci-fi star, we boarded the ferry for what is one of the world's most famous boat trips. As impressive as the soaring skyscrapers and peaks are though, I couldn't help feeling that it'd all look more impressive by night.
On reaching Kowloon, we walked along the promenade and through the Avenue of the Stars; Hong Kong's equivalent of ...
... our way quite easily. Booking to my relief was all good. Just had to wait to board our plane which was late.
Once we arrived in Hing Kong we then had to find out how to get to the hotel. I went and asked for advice. Ended up catching the airport express train to Hong Kong station then a free shuttle bus to our hotel which also had our booking. It was about 6.00 pm when we arrived. ...
... 3 soon changed that.. after being distracted with my phone ( I found a socket in a corner to charge it) One minute the board said wait.. Then next it was boarding! I got told to go to the economy entrance (servants quarters) so I get on the plane and I'm like oh wow this is so nice what was everyone talking about looks so comfy I'll definitely have a good flight! Well the teases at Cathay Pacific are soon to kill your dreams.. They make you walk through ...
... involved intermittent shifts in the kitchen, interspersed with potato peeling in the lounge and rotations around Martin's flat. Despite space limitations, we rustled up turkey and all the trimmings, topped off with Angela's Christmas pudding, plenty of booze and my customary nap on the sofa! Boxing Day races at Happy Valley were the next outing, with Martin winning 670HKD (about £60) from his first ever horse racing bet of 10HKD!
Over the next few ...
... then you cannot understand how uncomfortable it is to have a strange man sleeping so close to you that you feel you should be introduced to his Mum the next day.
Ironically I'd have let him spoon me all night and call me Shirley if he'd have stopped *******. I'm British and like any true British man I appreciate a good bit of toilet humour. Had just one of his ***** been delivered with a comedic trumpet noise then maybe I'd have been ...