Hong Kong- Day 1

Woke in the morning, something's on my mind...no, no more Mika until later in the trip. I don't actually remember what I did earlier that day. Anyway, that bit's not really important. At around four in the afternoon, I took a bus with my friends to the Baptist University in Hong Kong, nothing special. Found my way to the residence halls of the BU, saw the massive CSP logo, and knew this was it. Time to begin. But first, to say goodbye to HK city.

Stepped into the registration room, collected my name badge (swanky), keycard (so I could get into my room at the BU), and programme/delegate book. Walked to the residence building, got into the lift, got out of the lift and walked to my room. My room buddy was already there. Well, he wasn't, but his stuff was. He'd already gone down to get his CSP polo shirts and his CSP jacket (which I now affectionately refer to as the pimpsuit). But yea, he was really neat. CSP jacket hung up. CSP polos neatly folded. Hoped he wasn't a tightarse (he's actually the chillest guy I know).

I broke out the CSP delegate book, and started scanning names. Yes, I book-stalked. Kristina Ooi - Cambridge. Tina Liu - Harvard. Err...what I am doing here? They weren't joking when they labelled this a program for 'oustanding youth'. Notice a guy in my door way.

'Hey, how're you doing?' American? Nah, doesn't sound like an American.
'Not bad, yourself?'
'I'm pretty good. I'm Walter.'
'You're not American are you?'
'No, I'm Canadian.'
'Figures, if you're not American you have to be Canadian.'
I've forgotten the rest of this conversation so I'm just gonna skip to the end.
'I'll see you later.'
'See ya.'

Later, I waltzed (yes, I waltz) down to get my polo shirts and pimpsuit. Ladies distributing out the uniforms ask me for my size. XXL. They look at my information slip. It says XXL. 'At 10pm, come back here if you need to switch sizes.' I wasn't there at 10pm.

So at around 5.30pm we were separated into our groups. We each step into the circle and say something about ourselves. 'Hi, my name's ... I'm from ... so I won't be talkin' like any of you.' Smooth. Someone says we need a group name. Why do we need a group name? 'How about Fantastic Four?' says someone. Ok, it'll do. 'FANTASTIC FOUR!!!' we shout.

File into a huge lecture hall. Clara Lee, one of the leading organizers of this trip tells us about the rigours of the trip. Her first words. 'You took fifteen minutes to get into this lecture hall. That is not outstanding.' Gold.

We march up to an empty classroom. 'We have too much time,' says Connie, our co-cordinator. 'What should we do?'. I stand up. 'There's this game called Two Lies and a Truth. So I'll go first...'. Unfortunately, we never went around the entire room.

Dinnertime was an interesting affair. Met this girl called Eva.
'So you're a pro-gamer?'
'Yea, I play DotA for PMS.'
If anyone wants her msn, let me know. (Jokes jokes)
I sat across from this part African girl who kept tilting her head to the left (my left, her right). I heard a British accent somewhere nearby. I turn to the girl next to me.
'So where are you from?'
'Mear-yi-land'.
'Where's that?'
'It's close to D.C.'
Interesting bunch.


The rest of the night was pretty boring/lame depending on how tired you were. Watching Kenny and Jacqie trying to advertise a packet of tissues (somehow they made a tissue bikini set) was pretty funny.



The first day ended pretty uneventfully for me. Some of our group went out clubbing. I was gone.