Jakey Jake

Friday 23rd April
Today i wandered around town again looking for good prices for an mp3 player. I like the Hong Kong people, they keep to themselves and are clean… what more can you ask for?? The only bad thing about HK is the cost. Everything, apart from the public transport and free internet at some spots, is damn expensive. So after a little wandering i decided to return home. Which was a good idea, for as i got back i seemed to get a case of indian belly. So i spent almost all of the day running to the toilet and doing some programming. Until about 10pm when i got sick of being confined and i started feeling better. I started reading the lonely planet to see where all the people were so i could do some partying. Theres a little lane on Hong Kong island which is littered with bars and is where a lot of ex pats go… so i jumped on the train and headed over. WOW.. when i got there people were packed out all over the streets, it was definately party time, it felt like new years eve Just a little tip if you ever find yourself here. Theres a 7-11 just down the road a bit that sells cold beer for around $10HK depending of course on the type. Compare this with the price of around $50HK (close to $10AUD) for a beer, and noting the fact that the bars let you carry them in with you, youd be silly to give your money to the bar. Anyway i was walking around in circles and finally decided to go into one of the bars. About 10 meters into the bar i look down and theres Murray and Steve sitting down at the table, with Marloo and Rochelle. Can you beleive that??? anyway they sat me down and fed me drinks and we chatted for hours. Next thing i knew i was on the dance floor, looking around, wondering how in the hell id managed to get so trashed. The others left as they had the trade show on in the morning so i walked around the street again, before deciding that i was too trashed to do anything, espeically having a conversation with someone. SO i jumped in a cab. “Kowloon, Chung King Mansions”… the guy didnt speak a word of english, and before i knew it i was half way to the airport. I said “sheraton Kowloon” he figured it out after trying to talk to me in chinese for about 5 minutes. I finally got home and crashed utterly exhausted into my little bunk bed.