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Hong Kong

November 11th 1993

It’s so cool waking up here in my inner sheet – in this warm room – by the Bolivians playing their guitars while practicing their singing. It’s like we all have known each other for a very long time - & not only since yesterday. The girl from Switzerland – Bettina - is very giggly. We finally got up at 9am - we couldn’t see if it was daylight or black night – the only window we got is placed in a shaft & the sun refuse to shine down in it. We went out into the crazy life of Hong Kong – first we went over to a McDonald to eat breakfast. (There’s a McD. For every 300 meters – some of them only serve breakfast & in one of them the employees are 65 years old & up.) The backpack tip here is to buy a Styrofoam cup of coffee with your first meal & then carry the cup with you everyday & buy the next days meal with out the coffee & go up & get refills with you “carryalongcup” – but we didn’t try that.

Then we went ticket hunting – It was warm & I didn’t want to spend all day running around to get a super cheap ticket to Hanoi – so I agreed on the first offer we got – Annemette wasn’t very pleased. Then we went over to Royal Nepal Air & changed the ticket from the December 17th – to December the 10th. & THEN we went shopping – I bought 3 silk ties with Mickey Mouse & Goofy for 100 HK$.

When we got back to Nathan road – there were a huge fire across the street – don’t even want to think about that would happen if our house caught up in a fire while we were up on 9th floor.

We had talked to Søren about going to a cinema but couldn’t find him.

November 12th 1993

I like Hong Kong – what a pity I didn’t get here before now – in a very short time the Chinese will take over & ruin everything!

Woke up to another extremely warm day – had pancakes at the McDonald & hot chocolate with marshmallow – drink hot when it’s hot someone once told me.

Then we found another travel agency & booked our tickets Saigon – Phnom Penh – Bangkok & then we were in the mood for shopping!

Took the Star ferry over to Hong Kong Island – (Hong Kong is full of islands) Tried to find a bus to Stanley (we’d been told there was a great market there) Met our Indians in the tunnel system – they were singing & playing guitar – it sounded great. Found a bus to Aberdeen – there were nothing to see except for a lot of house boats & Junkers. Then we found the right bus to Stanley – a double- deck. Cool! It was a pretty ride – Beautiful mountains & bays – expensive houses in Repulse Bay. We found the market & had a very good time in there – buying silk & t-shirts. On the way back we drove another route – between palm trees & flowers – sailing ships on a blue blue ocean – then through the Aberdeen tunnel & SPOING we were back in the city.

Picked up our tickets & went looking for factory out-lets – bought some things for almost no money & went back to 9th floor to show Bettina what we had bought. She ran down there too.

Spend the evening with her – Roland & Søren at the Kangaroo Bar & had a lot of goodbye beers. At a semi drunken stage we talked Bettina into meeting us in Katmandu for Christmas – Søren was going to be there too & agreed on meeting up with us – Roland wasn’t so sure. After all the beers we were hungry & found a McD. & after that I finally got a hold on my mum back home in a telephone shop. She didn’t agree on the idea about going to Cambodia – “I don’t want you to go there!” she said from the other side of the planet – “& how are you gonna stop me?” I asked politely - “next time I call you I have been there - & will be happy & alive! “

Then we walked home & met Jeppe & Jacob from the café in Kunming – that’s what I had tried to explain to my mum – I meet all these people & we keep bumping into each other again & again.  I’m not the only one traveling with my back pack – we make trails for one another.

November 13th 1993

Woke up at 9:00 am – had a shower & packed the last – said goodbye to the rest of the room- mates & left for the airport. At the bus stop someone grabbed my arm & it was Morten & Dan (from the Trans Siberian train – somehow they had lost Rikke & Mona).

The airport is huge & the runways go straight out in the harbor. So the flights are landing & taking off between the houses.

Met a German purser from a cruise ship who was also going to Vietnam. Didn’t have money enough to buy anything so we walked out to the gate.

Goodbye Hong Kong!

At 4:10 pm we landed safely in Hanoi International Airport – it looked like something from an old Humphrey Bogart movie. A bus drove us 10 meters to the terminal where we lined up in emigration queue – got our passports stamped & walked out to find our luggage  - a bus took us in to Hanoi for 4$ a person. This is so totally different – we looked out on water buffalos – pastel colored houses mopeds & people wearing funny hats. The bus driver drove us to Darling Café in the Old Quarter & here the owner found us a room in a near by hotel. It’s okay – BUT right next to a karaoke bar










 

 


 












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