We land, after 12 painful hours of British Airways economy and having drank too much wine at the wrong times. My stomach has certainly not agreed with it at least.
We had read all guides and recommendations so we knew we needed bus A21 from the airport to Tsim Sha Tsui. The journey was easy and after all Western media scaring us about the riots, not, we did not find any tear gas on our street (Nathan Road)
The expectations of our accommodation were not high, we did book the cheapest after all, but the lack of sleep, jet lag and shock of being at the other end of the world really strike me. The entrance to the hostel is confusing and requires a 10 floor elevator that has seen better days (for the record, I am actually quite scared of lifts and enclosed spaces). The room is basically a tiled bathroom with a bed and a TV.
My instant reaction is “I am not staying here for 6 nights” but I don’t have much of a choice and I soon start feeling better about it (although my stomach isn’t). We have a nap and head to our first ever 7-Eleven, then we are unable to sleep until 4 am.
End of Day 1 – 12/11/2019
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