Today was mostly spent faffing and researching flights in and out of Vietnam, with several mistimed “I’m not sure” conversations back home. I must learn how to subtract 8 hours and stop waking people up in the early hours of the morning. 2 weeks in a dorm in HK and my brain has gone to mush.
What, with the much anticipated comings and goings of Mr P and Lucy, and the shall we, shan’t we go to Vietnam, and if so, how long, and the overlaps of my much anticipated visitors, and the who is where and needs a bed when, I have become as skilled, and off hand, and as surly as a polyester clad Lunn Poly travel clerk. Do you remember Lunn Poly? Another retail victim of the internet phenomena. Perhaps if they had relocated to Hong Kong?
Into this ‘travel agency from my bed’ set up, enters new roomie number 267 (I made that up of course but it feels like over 200 have come and gone since I arrived), Agnes from Amsterdam.
Agnes is everything you want from a roomie. Smiles a lot, up for a lot, spontaneous and not adverse to sharing a cheap curry in the much derided Chung King Mansion. And Agnes has just stepped off a flight from Vietnam, full of passion for this compelling country and its friendly people, buzzing with stories and recommendations, and now she maybe wants to live there. Who could resist, Agnes or her new love?
So can you guess who’s booked 3 weeks in Vietnam? Yours truly. The one who was so lost two weeks ago. I can also proudly add that I am the one who guided Agnes on her first short tour of Tsim Tsa Tsui.
What a difference a day, indeed 14 days, makes.