It has been a couple of weeks since my last entry and a lot
has happened so I will try and briefly take you on a written tour of my life.
First night out
We decided that we needed a first proper night out in Hong
Kong so we went to the local supermarket to pick up some good quality alcoholic
beverages which in fact were very cheap wines. Before we went out some of the
lads from work visited for a marathon FIFA 13 session (I have noted that our
popularity has increased significantly since we got the Xbox). After about 3
hours of everyone screaming at the TV and looking on with disbelief as I scored
some worldys the boys left. However we had coerced Larry into joining us on our
big night out, he agreed to meet us over on the main Island to be our tour guide
for the evening. We met Larry and some other mates on the main island and
shared a few drinks before venturing forth into the unknown drinking scene at
LKF (basically it’s the place all the white kids hang out to drink). After
getting more booze from a superstore and drinking it on the street with
everyone because it is acceptable here (not just for hobos) we decided to go in
a club of sorts, to get in the dancing area you had to buy a drink from the bar
then two large bouncers allowed you to squeeze past into the dance floor/war
zone. The place was rammed you could not move but still everyone loves to just
dance with their hands in the air. Within a minute some poor chap tried to
dance on Sarah, being the same size and stature as Sarah I quite easily removed
him from the area with a swift tug of the shirt. By forming a protective circle
much like elephants do with their young when lions are nearby we saved Sarah
from the chaps advances. It was now time for Chris to go on the pull, we had
heard the chat about HK girls loving western men and I was excited to see the
guys in action. Apparently the girls will tell the man they are tired and then
expect to be whisked off their feet for a good night of snuggles. Sadly the
dance floor was slightly over crowded and if any girls were trying to dance
with the chaps it was impossible to noticeL.
When we left it was nearly 2:30am and try as we might we could not keep up with
these youngsters so we did the best thing...find a kebab house eat it and go
home. Our first night was over
Mine and Steves first Haircuts?
The hair was beginning to get into a mini fro so I decided
that it was time to venture out to find barbers to maintain my edgey look,
Steve needed one to so we both set out for a day in Mong Kok. We found a hairdressers
as soon as we got out the station and went straight for it, as soon as we
walked up the stairs we realised this was more salon then barbers but we are
modern men we adapt we change to make the best of the situation so we decided
to dive into this modern haircut scene. We were asked if we wished to pay $20
extra to have a top stylist cut out hair we laughed this off saying a normal
hair dresser would be fine. They quickly separated me and Steve, alone and
scared of what they were going to do to my hair I started to relax as they
washed my hair for 5 minutes using 3 different products. The only issues with
the hair washing and head massaging was that another man was doing it...so you
can’t quite relax because it is unnerving to have a man gently caressing your
scalp while asking you to lie back further. Anyhow after this they clipped my
hair up and asked what style I wished to have, I replied saying just 3 on the
sides and thinned out on top. I should have gone into more detail as the
hairdresser completely sheared the side of my head and then began to cut chunks
from the top, as much as I wanted to watch this horror through my hands I kept
a straight face and composed myself for the result. The final product was
surprisingly good it really did have an edgey yet classic look to it however
Steve had not fared as well. He strolled past me and waited by the door as I
paid, I turned to walk out with him when I noticed for some reason he had got a
Fauxhawk...On asking him why he had that style he looked at me and whimpered ‘I
don’t know’. As we departed we quickly
rearranged our hair still in disbelief that Steve had a fauxhawk he was
slightly peed off and explained to me that in no way did he suggest that hair
cut. We then strolled around Mong Koks lady market turning heads mainly because
Steve looked like Giroud (Arsenal Player) before buying 4 I love HK t-shirts
for the flat. All in all a great day.
Bisexuals are GAY
After just over a month in HK, it was past time that I
started going to a proper gym again. Chris researched some gyms and Larry from
work recommended his gym which was California Fitness. Chris already had his
credit card so marched on down to the gym and signed up for the 2 years, the
price was reasonable for such a large gym. It had escalators to get between floors
and there are about 4 California Fitness gyms in HK all rather large and you
can go to any. Chris also found out that the nearest one at Kowloon bay which
has a swimming pool on the roof J
is only a 25 minute commute. The day after Chris signed up, one of the seniors
at work had a chat with me and it put me off the gym slightly....After saying
which gym I was joining my senior quickly told me that in HK there are lots of
HOMOSEXUALS that go to the gym and a lot of gay people go to California fitness,
he was quick to explain he was not against it but also not for it...whatever
that means. On the train ride home I
asked Larry about this and he said it was true and often he gets followed round
the gym by men and jokingly added they stared at you in the shower, I don’t know
whether he was joking but I really hope he was. Not to be put off we are still
going to this gym but may use the steam room less often than we hoped.
Is that hawking???
My final little story from the past few weeks is easily the
most disturbing. Me, Sarah and Steve set out for a few drinks with some of the
other radiographers from Cardiff uni. We met at a nice bar along the sea front
looking over towards the main island, the drinks were expensive but we were all
having a good time until I needed to break the seal. Steve went first to the
toilets and came back fine but when I went I could not foretell the terror I
would encounter. As I entered the toilet I saw another sign for no hawking, not
knowing what this was, I strolled towards the urinal and began to relieve
myself when I spotted a old Asian man one urinal away. 5 seconds in I began to
realise the creepy old man was looking my way, I turned my head to check and
yes he was staring right at my area. I couldn't stop the flow and flee so I
continued my business in hope he would look away but then he decided to turn
from his urinal clearly not pissing and stare at his penis while pulling it and
then look at mine continually for my entire piss. After I finished I built up
the courage and rage to tell this chap it was not on but before I could say
anything he flashed me a smile looked down towards my crotch and gave me the
thumbs up. Running out the toilets like a heartbroken girl from a film (not
before washing my hands and drying them thoroughly) I fled to the safety of the
others to tell my tale and ask the question ‘is that hawking?’. Turns out
hawking is selling stuff so I wasn't hawked but more just psychologically abused
by some creepy mad old man.
Will update the blog within two weeks for more strange shiz
that just keeps happening.
