arrived today to hong kong. i've packed a minimal amount of underwear which i now don't see as a problem as underwear cannot (and should not) be worn in such stifling heat. throughout the day, i maintain a thin coat of sweat that glosses my hairless exterior, giving the appearance that i'm a well oiled, albeit, chubby body builder.

i'm currently staying at a 12th floor "hotel" that offers among other things, massages and visa services. seeing the massage clientele, i doubt their visas are not created by a shady group of counterfeiters working without government approval. i took my chances and got what appears to be a legitimate 3 month china visa. more accurately, it's 3 one month visas meaning between each visa, i must somehow exit the country to renew the subsequent leg of my visa. mongolia and kazhakstan, here i come, i guess.

the single room i'm renting is the exact size of a twin bed in length and width. it affords me just enough room to wedge myself into what appears to be an acceptable sleeping position in between my large oversized sack and the cold tiles that cover all four walls of the room. judging from the decor and dull odor, i can't be certain this room wasn't at one time a bathroom.

i am scared.

perhaps i can chalk this up to first day jitters. i tell myself it'll get better once i start to meet some english speaking people. no luck yet as i've been confined to the extreme corner of the "hotel." luckily, someone in the building currently broadcasts a weak wireless internet signal that my laptop is able to receive so i can intermittently make communication with the outside world.