Anyway, here are me and my roommate in China while exploring the night life scene.
And here I am in the midst of one of the worst days ever. I'm sitting out side of my apartment in HK, locked out. The only thing good about this day was that I was wearing my favorite boots. This day consisted of me having 2 hours of sleep, getting lost at the train station carrying all of my luggage. My largest suitcase was having some malfunction with one of the wheels, it was still rollable but MUCH harder to pull around. My phone ran out of credit so I wasn't able to call the booker from my agency to help me find my way and no one spoke english. Finally I found my way to the train. I got in and went to where I thought was my seat only to find out I had gotten on the wrong train car and needed to be about three cars down. I clumsily pulled my broken luggage down the aisles periodically crashing into people and their belongings if they weren't completely tucked inside and away from my path. When getting off the train I discovered that there was no escalator or elevator. I contemplated just tossing my luggage down the stairs, or giving it one good kick to send it down to the bottom. However my luggage was much bigger than most of the Chinese people making their way down and would for sure take some of them along the way. I opted to slowly drag it behind me, pulling it down one step at a time. I looked so ridiculous I couldn't help but to randomly laugh at myself as I made my way down. I arrived to the meeting point for my job two hours late. The job was okay. I finished and headed back to the train station to Hong Kong. Again struggling to drag my suit case behind me. I ended up missing my stop on the train so, I then planned to take a taxi from where I got off only to find that there were no taxi's where I was and would have to take a bus. Maneuvering my luggage probably gave a big laugh to everyone watching me awkwardly struggle to lift it up and situate myself. When I then finally reached my stop, I was close to my apartment. For sure no taxi would take me only 4 blocks. I was left with no choice but to walk myself and my poor excuse of a suitcase down the cobble stone side walk. Sweaty and tired I arrived to my apartment only to find that no one was home and I was keyless. I waited an hour for my booker to arrive and let me in. I'm very glad that his day is over! Hopefully that day consumed all of my bad luck for at least the next few weeks.
The city is so colorful, I love it. I'm really not going to want to leave.