take the #10 bus

yesterday me and amy met up in TST to check out this totally sweet store which turned out to be called reach. this dude kevin there speaks great english. they have all kinds of cool gear like subcrew and some other shit. anyway after we caught some mango pudding which was amazing, she was like ok, come to divya's house for this dinner party tonight. i was like ok cool but how do i get there? shes like yea just take the #10 bus it goes right in front of her place you'll recognize it. seemed simple enough. then things went slightly awry.

i went onto the world wide web to find out where the bus was gonna be picking me up and it was pretty close to my place, so that was an early sign of inevitable failure. how could it be that easy. while walking to the bus stop, i looked the wrong way crossing the street and some fucking speedster had to swerve to make sure he didn't kill me. i mean who wants to kill people before 10pm? right. so at this point i was like, ok, i'm definitely fucked.

i got on the bus and went upstairs and rode that thing. it was a cool tour of queens road west, which i hadnt spent much time on besides looking at a tiny apt there when i first got here. so, i had my ipod, i jam'd the shit out that thing, and took the ride. it was cool and finally the bus stops and everyone gets off. shit. the bus didn't stop in front of div's apartment. as far as i knew, i hadn't fallen asleep (like that other time i woke up on east 145th street with no money and a dead cell phone) so i was like oh sweet i just took the wrong bus.

i got off the bus and thought i should call amy. no answer. i called div. no answer. i bbm'd div's brother. no answer. big fucking surprise. ok, no worries. i have no idea where the fuck i am and have no cash but whatever. so, i go to an atm and get some money. in the atm were 2 guys who were allegedly fixing one of the machines. however, did they work for the bank? unclear. one was holding a shotgun - no joke. the other was in the machine with a screwdriver. wait, was i witnessing a robbery? why did it take me til now (24 hours later) to think this through. odd. this dude definitely had a shotgun. im glad i made it out of there.

turns out i was in kennedy town, which is an interesting area. i walked around a little while and planned my solo evening with whatever restaurants/bars were within sight and prepared myself. just as i was about to enter some place that didnt have english on the menu, divya called me back. shaboom! she said something along the lines of, 'get in a cab, give the driver the phone, and i'll tell him where i live'. [as most hong kongers say when you get something right,] bingo.

i got in the cab, got to her place, and mingled among her family's friends. i ate some spicy indian food but really liked it! my tongue is getting better with spice, although i wonder what the affect of the earlier enjoyed wine and cocktails had on my tongue last night. whatever, it was awesome.

next time you're in hong kong (or anywhere really) at an atm and you see a dude with a shotgun. don't hesitate - just fucking run!