i'm alive, the man with the second face

hong kong. it's pretty busy, the air tastes of petrol and it's pricier than one of those ice cream based oysters you buy at the coast. why do they cost so much? it's essentially frozen cream and wafer. not gold. it's 11pm and i've just bought a volleyball for $135 . i don't know why. i'm confused.

i promised some genuine travelling advice. here it is. you need a visa to get in to china from hong kong. they're not the same place apparently. so i'm waiting on having my visa accepted before i can leave this place. "it's common knowledge" i was told by the helpful visa woman. the fact that all argentinans carry dice in their hats 'just in case' is common knowledge. the chinese visa situation - less so. more advice. apparently you can acquire vietnamese visas after 5.30pm from a man behind a shop in nanning. that's where we're going. they'd better sell them, otherwise we'll be stuck in the arse end of nowhere with a swiss army knife and a volleyball - and that's only going to end in tears.

enough advice for one day. hong kong's definitely worth a visit. myself and young matt are going to the beach tomorrow and we visited ocean park yesterday which is a theme park for kids (and men who like roller coasters and ice cream). again, some great sights but i still haven't purchased an electronic picture capturer so no one else can see what i've done. i'll buy one tomorrow.

other than that i've been on the ferry that connects where i stay with hong kong island about 13 times. it's only $2 a trip so i'll be doing that a few more times. we went disco clubbing in a private members bar last night which we were allowed in because we were with a rich chinese gay man. it seemed normal at the time but now i think about it it's not that normal.

finally, there was a chinese guy on the train the other day with 'listen, i'm majoring in pirate' written on the back of his top. this is my current favoured response to people trying to sell me things. good. stay classy san diego.