Honkers: Stop Talking Like a Retard, People Speak English Here.

Good evening from Nathan Road, Hong Kong.

Isn't it amazing how a few kilometers and 99 years of British occupation can completely change a place. We caught the ferry over from Zhuhai this morning, leaving behind China for good this time. It's a bittersweet release full of contradictory feelings which, lets face it, describes our entire time in China. The last few days in Zhuhai were excellent, catching up with Jazzs friends and generally just relaxing and reminiscing.

The first difference we noticed in Honkers was that the taxi had seatbelts. And the driver had a fluent conversation with us about all manner of things. And we didn't for a moment fear for our lives. It was good. He delivered us to the Sheraton Hotel for our 5 star luxury suite. Which turned out to be craptastic. Well not craptastic, but certainly not of the standard that we had expected, particularly after we have stayed in such amazing hotels for a fraction of the price. I'm sure they'll regret disappointing us by the end of our stay.... Just sayin' if you ever come to the Sheraton in Honkers, bring a black light.

So far we've hit the streets pretty hard, enjoying all the little alley ways, and getting pretty well ass raped by the vendors. Haggling is not my strong point. But turns out we have plenty of dosh left so we're happy to part with it. We were hoping to get an ipad, but the 2 hasn't been released here yet so no luck. Everyone we've spoken to here speaks English fluently, but we're so used to no one understanding us, that we're still pointing at the menu going 'I want that one' and speaking in slow monosylables like cave men. I'm pretty sure they think the loony bus has lost a few...  I'm sure we'll get the hang of speaking English good back again soon.

Tomorrow we're going to head to the Peak and then to Mongkok (True dinks there is a place in the world called Mongkok) for the ladies market to do lady things.