I'm wearing a money-belt, yep, you heard me...

Hong Kong is amazing. Today it was hot and sunny, we saw a Daoist temple and ate scary food (minor hysterical moment) so I think we're covering some essential tourist ground. The sheer amount of people here is crazy. And the buildings are so big. The building we're staying in is like a whole street, or a whole block, just by itself.

Crisis #2 (actually 2 & 3 but I'm trying to think of it as one) occurred today when we staggered back into our "room" [read: windowless tiled cell, but we love it and we're keeping it for the next 2 nights] and checked our tickets for our flight to Singapore, only to realise that a) we should have called to confirm them 72 hours in advance and we hadn't done it yet (we fly on thursday) and b) Vic doesn't have a ticket. Yep. The fucking BA check in lady took her Hong Kong/Singapore ticket on Saturday, leaving her Heathrow/Hong Kong ticket intact. What the fuck??!! How did nobody notice this throughout check in? You thought airport security was good post 9/11? Think again...
or maybe it's just easy when you're two white girls.

So we phoned STA in London (the time difference is so convenient!) and they said that these things happen, we need to call the airline. Can't do that til 9am tomorrow...so we just have to hope that it's ok, and also that it's ok that we haven't confirmed our flight.

Ah well. I like Hong Kong. If we have to stay here a bit longer...so be it.