We spend our last morning in Western civilisation looking at the super cool area of Gastown with all it's bars/restaurants/shops and a splendid centre-piece clock powered by steam, I would have thought that Steamtown would have been more appropriate but apparently the town got it's name from some chancer who used to frequent the town telling lies and tall stories of epic proportions. So that's all right then.
We left Vancouver for the airport and our 13 hour flight to Hong Kong as you can imagine the rest of the day was a bit of a blur:
14.00 Arrive at airport.
14.10 Customs and immigration passed in record time.
14.11 Have a few drinks to steel our nerves.
15.11 Have a few more drinks to steel our nerves.
16.00 Oasis flight 818 takes off.
16.01 Yes, we are aboard.
16.02 'Oh, christ look at this selection of films' – one with that gobshite Renee Zellweger as Beatrix Potter (avoid at all costs), one with Nicolas Cage playing a man who can see 2 minutes into the future (avoid all Nicolas Cage films) and six in Chinese. I was saved by The Jungle Book which I watched twice.
18.00 Dinner served – noodles.
20.00 Bored.
22.00 Very bored.
00.00 Very, very bored.
02.00 I wonder what will happen if I open the door?.
03.30 Breakfast served – stodgy lasagne (delicious at 4am).
05.00 Arrive Hong Kong airport and re-set watch, it's now only...
23.00 Get bus into town.
23.45 Too tired to care, we book into the worst hotel room in Hong Kong (except the one we had just refused). There is not enough space for both of us to stand at the same time and it has no windows but the enormous ventilation pipe running through it at least gives us something to look at. It would fail most requirements under the Geneva convention for keeping prisoners and most EU treaties regarding the inhumane treatment of animals but at least it has a toilet, which blocks after the first use.
23.46 Look for a bar.
23.47 Have a few drinks to steel our nerves.
00.47 Have a few more drinks to steel our nerves.
03.00 Sleep.
08.00 Wake up, scream (we have to turn on the light first of course), leave hotel.
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Bumbled our way through an encounter with Newcastle last night. 2-1 it finished - a lucky result. Hammers knocked off Cunt United - somehow, we're still in with a sniff. If we're in striking distance by end February, I predict we'll win the League son. Our best football will come late, when we've got Drogba, the other Africans, Frank and John back on board, plus a couple of signings we'll get in january. I'm the eternal optimist - but fuck it, I'm married, with child and mortgage, my horse has turned into a fucking lazy prick and well, I've got to cling to something hopeful. Strange that i pick Chelsea for that - I'm a glutton for punishment. Enjoy Honkers man. Laters, Happy New Year, Carefree Magoo.
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