THE WAIT: 3 Hours to go.

HONG KONG: Day 3 (or 4)

Not a very good day so far, though I guess I slept alright since I was woken up by some psycho banging on my door 'CHECK OUT TIME CHECK OUT NOW!', the psycho being of course the evil Indian receptionist from the hostel.

Hong Kong is full of hostile people, immigrants of course, the natives are exceptionally friendly and they all speak Mandarin. Take for instance my current location, a bar/bistro called 'Mes Amis'. The staff I'm guessing, is mostly from South Asian countries, different countries as they all speak in English to each other. The hostess is a humongous BITCH. You can tell by just looking at her, but all doubts are confirmed once she opens her mouth. I mean I arrived early for lunch, right after being kicked out of the hostel, asked if they had wi-fi and one of the waitresses recommended I sat at the back cause of the stronger signal; so I take my seat on a table for 4 in the completely empty restaurant and the bitch comes over and goes: 'You're not having lunch are you? And it's only you? You're gonna have to sit in the corner (table for 1)', then I said I was indeed having lunch here, so she just raised an eyebrow and threw a menu on the table in the corner: 'You're still going to have to sit here'.

She should marry my boss, or at least have an affair with him cause he's already married so then she's just the 'other woman', a role that matches her personality like a glove. I'm sure had I been a middle-aged wealthy Englishman she would have been all sugar.

This little trip to Hong Kong has confirmed my belief in tipping. But not service charge, oh no no that, if possible, is even worse than no tipping at all, FUCK service charge, they just throw things at you and don't give a fuck since their tip is included in your bill already.

Remember the time when waitresses and restaurant staff in general were supposed to be nice? Take for example salespeople on commission, now that's nice. Screw it, I miss Mother Shanghai.

Going to the airport now. I'll be arriving a good 9 hours before my flight but its best to just get the hell out of this cursed city and into safe international lands. Airports, cradles of safety.

AIRPORT WAIT.

Countdown to take off: 6 hours.

I'm taking a blogging break now, again, and I'll be doing some doodling.

Chinese word of the day: THE WAIT. 等待 deng3 dai4