Once I arrived in Hong Kong I realized I had not booked a place to stay the night and I didn't have enough money for a hotel, so I just decided to walk the streets and do things that would pass the time.
I got my hair done and then made sure it lasted a long time by getting my head massaged too. Then Id go and have something to eat so I could sit down. Then walking some more up and down alleys and round about. I was so exhausted I could hardly walk when time to board the plane to Australia.
I had a massage and that was another couple of hours as these kinds of things were so so cheap in those days. I bought a few gifts for my son and friends and I guess I was running on adrenaline. After having my money nearly stolen on the way over I had my wits about me and kept my bag clutched to my chest. It was a bit scary wandering around like this for 36 hours. One man at a hotel saw me and came up to me and asked how I was . I told him my story and he very kindly allowed me to go and sit in the hotel lounge where I caught up on a much needed sleep before it was time to catch the plane. He woke me up to tell me the time. I was very grateful to him. I know I was very naive but that was me back in those days. No fear I just dissociated like abused children do or people who have PTSD which I had after the gun incident, I have told before this story.
After some more hours on the plane I finally arrived back home with a massive migraine. I wonder why???
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