This is the same sort of aggressive marketing that you experience from the local salesmen as when you are being asked for "bakshish" in Egypt after pointing you where the toilet is or someone is trying to sell you a carpet in Turkey when you think that you are being taken to a museum.
You just have to hold your hands together in order not to kill anyone and smiling nicely reply for the 1000 time, that you already have two, or that you are on holidy and do not count time.
Our "hotel" was in Kowloon City, Hong Kong's island ugly sister ;), we got off the bus and realised that it is going to be quite a challenge to find the right address.
Here is where I made my first mistake, even thou we got an email from the place that under any circumstances do not get in to any conversation with the local salespeople.
And there are lot of them where we got off the bus.
At first I could not understand how Hong Kong's post office can deliver anything to the right address, the way they mark house numbers seemed like the bible code.
Careless, I have asked someone on the street about the name of the place we were looking for.
It turned out to be one of the local sales people and he instantly replied that he is representing this hote and we should follow him to the place.
As we got dipper and dipper in to the Kowloon city dark allies I started to suspect that something is not right.
He brought us to the place where our room was suppose to be, and started to talk about the price.
I have asked him one simple question: if he could confirm my booking number, and then it got ugly ;)
He got angry as if this was something inappropriate from my side to ask.
I knew than that this is the right time to reposition.
But just before we leave I could not help myself to tell him how I fill about the situation.
We had to start looking again for the right address.
At some point I figured out the Hong Kong's address system and we were able to find the right building and entrance. This was not the end as there was another little twist of action.
On the door to the correct flat we found a note directing us elsewhere. Normally this would not be a problem but facing the tropical climate for the first time in your life and caring a heavy backpack did squised a tear from my eye.
When we finally got to the right place the presumably german owner with his local wife turned out to be a very nice couple. It was a nice change for us, from the recent experience with the local small business.
All seemed great but there was a small and I mean small detail :)
Our super duple premier extra hyper room turned out to be a shoe box.
It was enough for us on that day and we decided to squize in.
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