I took the ferry boat to Hong Kong around 7 pm. The 50 minute trip made me realize that eating before a boat ride is not a good idea. With my fried rice chicken still in my stomach I started wandering about in this skyscraper infested city. I somehow managed to repeatedly get astray in the Mong Kok area. Three hours later I still hadn’t found the computer supplies that I was looking for, instead a pair of rock climbing shoes where laying in my. ”Why did you bring the backpack?” Robert asks me when I meet him and his girlfriend at Kwon Chai for party purposes. “I’m planning to stay for a couple of days”, I answer without realizing the future burden this bag will be during the rest of the evening.
Soon backup arrived in the shape of Robert, Staffan, Daniel and Ian. All of them smartly dressed with their hair done and this and that. There was a short discussion about whether or not we should go to the 30-shots for 300 HK dollars place before we go to the party street. The discussion was more likely to be considered a monologue where Robert asked “do you guys want to go to…” and everybody respond “yes” and shake each others hand and laugh, and things are good even though my bag starts to feel a little heavier. I decide to wrap my camera in my sweater and hide it in the bottom alongside my passport and my other valuables.
60 shots and 30 beers later – taxi – street – people and Daniel – Daniel and Robert – cigarettes and another Robert – Ljung and Robert – Ian and Staffan sometimes on the horizon. Room with Filipino bartenders – laughing – street – somewhere in Hong Kong – Where is my bag? Where is my back? They are both behind me – relief – I need to go home – Taxi – “Macau mgooooj” – “University of Macaaaooo” – “Mgooooy”.
Walking alongside a purple greenish hill, there are noises in front of me and I couldn’t care less. Mphh mpphh, someone mumbles. The noises seem to come from inside the hill and I’m very hungry.
“Psst, pssst, Im right here brotha”, says the hill. “Listen hill, I don’t know what you want but I really need to go back to Macau, and have you seen Bjoern, hehe, not Bjorn, he wasn’t with us but, heh Robert and them, you saw them? They should ha… “LISTEN MAN”, screams the voice.” I’ve been trapped under this hill for five fucking hundred years, just please help me out… please”. My heart starts pounding harder than ever before, I know this feeling. Keep calm Ali I think to my self, keep calm. Slowly now, breathe. WHERE THE FUCK AM I ?! The panic starts spreading as if I was in a burning room with blind people and there was no exit to be found. A clap on my shoulder, I turn around and the world has never been as beautiful and calm as now.
With a gentle smile Buddha shreds the hill into pieces and out comes a monkey thing.
“This Monkey Thing will safely escort you to India, there you will find the holy scrolls and bring them back to me”.
“Listen brotha man, I thought Hong Kong was gonna be all fun and high buldings, Im sorry but this scroll fetching business I cannot be bothered with” I say explain to Buddha. “And also do you know where I can find a McDonalds or something, a pizza hut would also work maybe a burglar king, yes! A burglar king would b…”
“His gone asshole and it’s called Burger King, not burglar”, The Monkey Thing says.
“I obviously know how to say Burger King since my own imaginary monkey man or whatever the hell you are is correcting me in my own twisted hallucination.”
We stare at each other.
“lets find the scrolls”
“lets”
We walk through jungles and caves, men are slaughtered and others hugged. Monkey Thing soon unveils to be a good ally. Another friend shows up, Piggy. Together Monkey Thing, Piggy and I find our way to India where we find the scrolls and also a private jet with onboard McDonalds services witch can take me back to Macau. Somehow the McDonalds onboard the plane is very similar to the one in Taipa where I live.
“What do you mean ‘we have only breakfast menus at this hour?”
I stop myself, of course the jet is flying against time and where I’m going now it will soon be morning.
“Never mind, just give me two of your best meals, NO, three and make it take away”.
I put on my parachute and jump.
I wake up in my bed, my bag is there.
Hong Kong is a nice city I hope I will go back again.
This picture has nothing to do with the story
Uyghur people chillin
Chinese people in downtown Beijing
Have no idea what this was
