Shang Lin Yuan Hotel
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... I ride had parked in the parking lot and was jammed in behind the parents cars for an extra 20 minutes. When we finally were on the bus I got off at a stop that was not my normal stop because a friend, Lisa, wanted to try a place out for dinner. It advertised a bunch of dishes for 26 kwai and under, which is like 4 dollars. I got a giant bowl of soup with noodles for 23 kwai and it was tasty and filling, I couldn’t even finish the bowl. We then wandered the stores that were around ...
... my fingers, which of course smelt like pig ****. I was gagging by this time, still trying not to spew, but made it back to the main drag, where I remembered there was a Maccas. Thought that anything from there would get the taste out of my mouth.
Well, it sort of did, but I still had the stink on my fingers, and every time I took a bite, I could only smell the pig **** on my fingers.
Otherwise a nice night.
... life crisis...Oceania, well mostly Australia. But before I talk about my first week in Ozzieland I might as well update you on my brief (although this blog won’t be brief) stop over in Hong Kong.
So Hong Kong...as an introduction to my first ever time in Asia. Not bad! So I left Heathrow on the new BA 360 Bus (that double decker plane thing forgot what it’s called). The flight was just under 12 hours and tiring because I was ...
... warmup in the fitness room. Those IT bands were a little tight. My match against Dione went very well. I won in three, 11-7, 11-8, 11-9. For most of every game I had a 1 or 2 point spread just ahead of her. I was thinking point by point. My hands were quick and my drop shots were nice and soft into the front nick. Whenever I had her behind me, I dropped it short and tight and that really seemed to work. When she was in front of me, she didn't really do anything too ...
... has a hell of a job carrying her life jacket and three bottles of champagne.
We go up on deck. Hong Kong is still cowering under a blanket of thick black clouds. When we return to the cabin we notice there is a broken lightbulb. We could have had another go at the compensatory magnum but to be honest we have enough booze on our plate at the moment, so to speak. So we mention the bulb to Robel but let it go at that. The good news is my case has turned up.