It was now July 25th, and I knew I would be going to China. I was simply enjoying life in HK. I made a conscious decision I would stay in HK until after Winki’s bday, and then I would venture off. Hraban and I met with some others for dinner. An American man and a Spanish girl who both lived in China and spoke fluent Mandarin. I could see Hraban’s wheels spinning already. He now wanted Chinese in his arsenal of language skills. After a delicious meal where our friends from China said everything was too expensive, we walked the markets and made plans to go to the Ritz Crlton for a night view later in the week.
On July 26, I started the day with a hot yoga class with Winki. It was extremely difficult and I sweat a lot. The place was one of the nicest yoga studios I have ever been, but also one of the most costly for membership. I knew that Winki’s guest pass would be my one time ticket.
Later that evening, Winki and I went to the public pool for a swim. It was fun. The weather was beautiful for swim. We laughed at this rediculously fat White guy and his Asian wife who had a kid who looked exactly like the jolly, fat Buddha. It was a good night.
The people in our hostel room were starting to change more and more. David was a Columbian who taught English in China, and Michael was from the Philippines. They were both cool guys and we all got alone fine.
The night of the 27th, David joined Hraban and I as we went to the Ritz Carlton for a drink with our friends. The view was spectacular. I can see how the rich and famous would chose a place like this. For a moment I forgot if I was a backpacker or high roller.