Traveling alone | Hong Kong travel notes (1)

The plane departed at 8:30, the alarm clock went off at 5:30, and I transferred from Line 4 to Line 10 to the Airport Line. I leaned my head on the glass and watched the sky get brighter.

Fly —— Drink Kuo Luo —— Fly —— Eat —— Fly —— Drink Kuo Luo —— Fly —— Happy Landing

Fu Pang came to pick me up, and he was still the happy Fu Pang. He didn't buy an Octopus, so Fu Pang swiped his card twice and sat on the second floor of the airport bus to enjoy the scenery. Fu Fat said that he should go down in advance and ring the bell, so that the driver would know that someone was about to get off the bus. I said yes, he would ring the bell, and I would continue to watch the scenery. It's time to go down, holding the down jacket in one hand, carrying the notebook in the other, stepping on the air with one foot, and landing on the ground on the back. In the first hour after arriving in Hong Kong, I got an asymmetrical butt.

have lunch. When I came to Youyicheng, as a qualified socialist successor to Ma Yuan who had become one day, I sharply pointed out that every commodity displayed here was the product of the exploitation of surplus value, and every pore was dripping with blood and filth. But I still had to go in to eat because I was hungry. The top floor was overcrowded, and there were no seats after walking around. In order to defend the dignity of sitting and eating, we moved to another floor and entered a good-looking Cantonese restaurant "Star Chef" and ordered a shrimp wonton. A portion of salted egg barbecued pork rice, chatting, watching 6d2, paying the bill and leaving.

Double decker bus phobia

I live in a youth hostel on Lai Chi Kok Road in Prince Edward called Wontonmeen. The style is very unique, fabric and punk. Fu Pang said it looks like a coffin room, so let him go. Eight people stayed together, four foreigners, two mainland girls, and a boy who checked in with me. Judging from his height and body shape, I thought he was from the north. Fu Pang said I was a map gun, so let him go. It's very clean, the bed is very soft, and I bought a lock to lock the box in the cage. The manager of the hostel is very cool. He is from the Hong Kong women's basketball team.

I mixed three types and found that purple is the best.

Secretly photographed hehe

Love the comparison in this picture

Hong Kong movie feeling

window

Taking pictures in Victoria Harbor, someone was singing gospel songs. It was the first time they were infected, and their smiles were so free that they overflowed. Is this the power of faith? I don’t know, I have no religion except eating. I took photos until dark, and the lights on the other side lit up little by little, and I took a boat there. I saw a cute girl with blond hair on the road and secretly photographed her. The boat rocked and rocked, and it rocked to the other side. I got off the boat tremblingly. I saw the girl again on the road. Now she was hugged by her mother with one hand, and she was crying loudly. Children are creatures that can switch freely between pink and dark black.

gospel singer

little girl

2019!

On the way back to the hostel, I was really tired, so I took a rest at IFC, which is said to be the largest Apple store in Asia. I found that my phone was out of battery, so I asked Fu Pang if I could charge it here. Fu Pang said yes, there was an Apple charging head, and I said I was a Huawei. He said just bear with it for a while. Taking the subway, talking nothing, just playing with my phone. He walked me to the hotel door and told me to be safe and go to bed early. Fu Pang went back to school and I went upstairs.

overexposed

I don’t dare to go there in this life, even if I kill myself, I won’t go there

future sense?

storehouse

New attempt

I really don't know what he is doing

Moon and Ferris wheel

I was taking a shower, looking at the thick lump of flesh on my stomach, and wanted to cry. I knew that all my hard work in the last semester was in vain, and I knew that no one loved me because I had such poor self-control. I edited pictures at night and went to bed at 2:30. The hotel with eight people was quieter than the usual 313, which was a pleasant surprise.

I tried to write in a written style, but failed. My writing level has deteriorated a lot, maybe it has never been better. Since the tough and crappy writing is tormenting for me and the people who are reading it, I might as well just write essays for primary school students. People don’t have to think about it, and neither do I. How nice.