hk day 2

reasons why i hate traveling with my parents

1. my mum likes to ask random people things regardless of their nature of work or who they are.
eg. my mum likes to go to a security guard/cleaner etc and ask them if they have any more sizes or if they can get her a coat from the back.

2. my dad is over enthusiastic about anything i tell him eg. i tell him i need to get a back pack and he points out every single store with any sort of bag for sale

3. my dad likes to point out random things
eg. we get on the subway and he goes: we're underground
thanks dad
eg. we go into nike and he goes: this is a nike store

4. my mum is like a small child, when she walks she doesnt pay attention to anything.
eg. mum walks in front, me and my dad stop to take photos, she keeps walking for aboout 300 meters before my dad calls out to her to tell her to come back.

5. my dad is a fool
eg. he is trying to boycott france by refusing to go into any shop that is french such as louis vuitton etc.

6. my dad is paranoid about everything, so before we left the apartment he locked my laptop and everything else in a bag with a lock on the zip. we head out and i got extremely tired and decided to go home early to chill out on the computer/take photos with the slr of surroundings later.

i get back to the hotel and i realise that my laptop is in the bag with the lock...
i was really desperate so i told hotel maintenance to cut the lock for me with bolt cutters.

i reckon my dad will be angry when he gets back, but i couldnt call him (no sim cards/phones here for us) and i literally had nothing else to do.

end of day2

(oh yea, picked up somethings today, retail therapy is making me feel better about this place)