Last day - Day 8
I woke up feeling a little better, possibly motivated by the need to pack. I started packing my things and thought I did a pretty good job of limiting my purchases to fit in the suitcase AND getting it around the 20kg mark. But then I realised I needed to fit the bag of stuff my mom's friend gave me to pass onto my mom, and so in the end I needed to wear the G2000 jacket I bought instead of having it in the suitcase.
When I checked out, I thought I'd be getting my $500HKD back clean, but was told I had to pay $60HKD for chips I ate. I said I ate my own chips but not any of the hotel chips. The girl said she'd look into it for me and made a call. I then heard another girl say in Chinese to her (and keep in mind they don't know I understand Chinese) something like "why would he eat the chips, it's been there for so long".
And so, that is how I got sick. Fucking hell.
I just wanted to get out of there. I said not to worry about it, just charge me, and so they did and I left. I went to the airport via the subway and took my time finding the luggage storage area. I left my stuff there and for a moment considered not leaving the airport as I was too tired. But then I reminded myself I needed to make the most of things here, so I headed back to the city.
I walked through the shopping centre that Fat Pat had taken me through seven years earlier. There wasn't much I wanted to buy except for more of those G2000 sweaters because they fit so well. Unfortunately they didn't have my size.
As I walked through the mall, I realised that a week's worth of holiday was enough for me. I felt like it was the beginning of being tired of the place. I started resenting the people - how they barged into you without an apology, how money hungry everyone was, and just their general rudeness. I still had some excitement left for the place, but I felt like if I stayed any longer then I would be wishing I was home. Or maybe I was just sick.
Later on I ended up catching up with Emy. We went for a drink at a cafe and talked a bit, the first real one on one conversation we had. She started crying a bit when we got to talking about her boyfriend. I felt like telling her story to show her that maybe mine was worse, but thought I better give her the spotlight. She managed to stop the tears when Anir called my phone and we started talking about meeting him.
We met up with him and went for dinner. It wasn't very enjoyable, for me at least, because my diarrhea started acting up. I went to the bathroom as soon as we went in, and then shortly after again. I was terribly embarrassed, but when I came out the second time, Emy had actually made me a drink she called "stomach plaster". I really really appreciated that.
After dinner they walked me to the MTR station where we hugged and said our goodbyes. I travelled back to the airport, and my cousin Cathy called me saying she had just finished work and would try to catch up to me. Part of me wondered if she was bullshitting and just trying to be nice, so I didn't really insist on her rushing.
In the end, she couldn't make it. She had just arrived at Central by the time I checked in. She said she had actually wanted to pass onto me something from her mother to my father, being a jade stone. She said to tell my father that her mother misses him. She called me once more when I was through customs and everything waiting to board.
For some reason there was a bit of a delay with the boarding time, and then it was painfully slow to process everyone. They checked all our tickets while we were in line, but then customs searched everyone's bags one by one. Then when I got onto the plane, I was looking forward to my aisle seat which I had reserved, but a lesbian couple was in my seat and asked if I would mind swapping as they wanted to sit together. Grrrr.
So I swapped and sat behind them at the window seat next to a guy. My diarrhea was acting up but we weren't allowed to get up from our seats until the fucking seat belt light went off, and for some fucked up reason that stayed on much longer than usual. As soon as that light went off, I unbuckled my seat belt and I think the guy next to me knew what was up, as he asked if I wanted to get out. I said yes and bum rushed to the toilet.
I did my business there and returned to my seat. Not long after my stomach began hurting again. I waited (unbelievable) until they served food and although I was looking forward to it, I couldn't eat much as I didn't have the appetite. After they collected our plates I went to the toilet again and then forced myself to sleep so I wouldn't experience the pain.
I managed to sleep/toss and turn for about 4-5 hours, and woke up feeling a lot better without the stomach pain. Hell, I even finish the breakfast (apart from the yogurt which I didn't think I should eat after the congee).
When I opened the window and saw Sydney, I was glad to be back. Home.
When I checked out, I thought I'd be getting my $500HKD back clean, but was told I had to pay $60HKD for chips I ate. I said I ate my own chips but not any of the hotel chips. The girl said she'd look into it for me and made a call. I then heard another girl say in Chinese to her (and keep in mind they don't know I understand Chinese) something like "why would he eat the chips, it's been there for so long".
And so, that is how I got sick. Fucking hell.
I just wanted to get out of there. I said not to worry about it, just charge me, and so they did and I left. I went to the airport via the subway and took my time finding the luggage storage area. I left my stuff there and for a moment considered not leaving the airport as I was too tired. But then I reminded myself I needed to make the most of things here, so I headed back to the city.
I walked through the shopping centre that Fat Pat had taken me through seven years earlier. There wasn't much I wanted to buy except for more of those G2000 sweaters because they fit so well. Unfortunately they didn't have my size.
As I walked through the mall, I realised that a week's worth of holiday was enough for me. I felt like it was the beginning of being tired of the place. I started resenting the people - how they barged into you without an apology, how money hungry everyone was, and just their general rudeness. I still had some excitement left for the place, but I felt like if I stayed any longer then I would be wishing I was home. Or maybe I was just sick.
Later on I ended up catching up with Emy. We went for a drink at a cafe and talked a bit, the first real one on one conversation we had. She started crying a bit when we got to talking about her boyfriend. I felt like telling her story to show her that maybe mine was worse, but thought I better give her the spotlight. She managed to stop the tears when Anir called my phone and we started talking about meeting him.
We met up with him and went for dinner. It wasn't very enjoyable, for me at least, because my diarrhea started acting up. I went to the bathroom as soon as we went in, and then shortly after again. I was terribly embarrassed, but when I came out the second time, Emy had actually made me a drink she called "stomach plaster". I really really appreciated that.
After dinner they walked me to the MTR station where we hugged and said our goodbyes. I travelled back to the airport, and my cousin Cathy called me saying she had just finished work and would try to catch up to me. Part of me wondered if she was bullshitting and just trying to be nice, so I didn't really insist on her rushing.
In the end, she couldn't make it. She had just arrived at Central by the time I checked in. She said she had actually wanted to pass onto me something from her mother to my father, being a jade stone. She said to tell my father that her mother misses him. She called me once more when I was through customs and everything waiting to board.
For some reason there was a bit of a delay with the boarding time, and then it was painfully slow to process everyone. They checked all our tickets while we were in line, but then customs searched everyone's bags one by one. Then when I got onto the plane, I was looking forward to my aisle seat which I had reserved, but a lesbian couple was in my seat and asked if I would mind swapping as they wanted to sit together. Grrrr.
So I swapped and sat behind them at the window seat next to a guy. My diarrhea was acting up but we weren't allowed to get up from our seats until the fucking seat belt light went off, and for some fucked up reason that stayed on much longer than usual. As soon as that light went off, I unbuckled my seat belt and I think the guy next to me knew what was up, as he asked if I wanted to get out. I said yes and bum rushed to the toilet.
I did my business there and returned to my seat. Not long after my stomach began hurting again. I waited (unbelievable) until they served food and although I was looking forward to it, I couldn't eat much as I didn't have the appetite. After they collected our plates I went to the toilet again and then forced myself to sleep so I wouldn't experience the pain.
I managed to sleep/toss and turn for about 4-5 hours, and woke up feeling a lot better without the stomach pain. Hell, I even finish the breakfast (apart from the yogurt which I didn't think I should eat after the congee).
When I opened the window and saw Sydney, I was glad to be back. Home.
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