It was easy enough to arrive at the building, but then the nightmare started. I noticed there were a lot of immigrants in the building, and some backpackers like me. There were 3 "blocks" in the building, each block has 2 lifts ; One that stop at odd-number floors, and one that stops at even-number floors. There was a long queue all the time. After a few dramas with the receptionist searching around for my booking, I was put into another hostel, after having to walk up and down the steps (full house for the lift!)
Well I knew for what I paid I couldn't get much in HK, but this was really pushing its limit. The room was literally smaller than a prison cell! I opened up the door, and my single bed is right next to the door, with all 3 the walls around the bed. There was no window, just a small tv, AC and ventilation fan. I regretted my decision there and then, but I didn't want to break my bank by searching for a new room elsewhere. So I dumped my bags, went out and only came back to sleep for nights. I was heading straight to Bali from HK, so I had something else to look forward to.
The lobby. Yeah right.
Long queue at the lift. Yawn.
The teeny tiny cubicle.
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| Yes Darrlingg, you shower over the toilet. |




































