The very beginning of my journey was quite straightforward. I got to the airport in good time to get the flight. My parents said goodbye to me, and I could see that my mum was a bit tearful. After a quick sandwich to calm those hunger pangs, I boarded the flight to Amsterdam. This quick 40 minute fight leads to my connecting flight to Hong Kong.
Once we arrived, and got out of the airport I took the short train ride to join the MTR (the Mass Transit Railway). It was an incredibly posh train, with LCD displays on the back of the headrests and a choice of several channels, and the journey was only 20 minutes! From Central Station I went to Fortress Hill which is the stop nearest my hotel. The first thing that hit me when I walked out of the station was the heat. The whole rest of the journey had been in air-conditioned places, and this was the first time I'd been outside. The humidity was terrible, and it was very hot, about 30C.
I found the hotel easily (with the help of a map), it was just round the corner from the station. It was very posh, especially considering how cheap it was, and it has a rooftop swimming pool and live music every night at the bar.
After dropping my bags and setting up my Internet connection (of course) I decided to have a wander and find somewhere nice to eat. I strolled down the street and came across an indoor market. Walking inside, I saw them selling live chickens packed into tiny cages, and huge fish were swimming around in polystyrene boxes. A garden hose was poked into each box supplying the fish with oxygen. As I walked past one of the fish leaped out of it's box and lay quivering on the ground. A woman with a net appeared, grabbed the fish and put it back into it's box. I left there pretty sharpish.
It wasn't long before I realised that I'd lost my bearings and couldn't find my way bac to the hotel. I walked around for about ten minutes to try and find it again. Once I'd made sure I knew where the hotel was I went back to a large noodle bar I'd seen, which I chose mainly because the menu had an English translation. I eventually worked out by watching the other punters that I had to make my order with the cashier, where I pay for my meal. She then gives me a ticket which I hand over to the kitchen staff to actually give my my food. After seeing this, I'll never call McDonalds fast food again. I had chicken and noodles Thai style in about 30 seconds, and it was absolutely delicious.
After the meal, I took the MTR to Tsin Sha Tsui and went to the planetarium and space museum, which was good, if a little sparse. There was exhibits about various Chinese-built rockets, which mainly seemed to be following in the footsteps of the Russians and the Americans. The planetarium showing had a few glaring mistakes ("On Earth, the station would weigh 750 tonnes") but was generally quite impressive.
I was incredibly tired after all that so I went back to the hotel and went to sleep.