So what do we do in such dyer situations?
Laugh, get shit faced and down some sleeping pills..
So we left the windowless pit aka converted bathroom, smelling of curry, Indian BO and aeroplane in search of booze and Cantonese cock. We befriended a variety of travellers, although none would dare come back to our hostel.
Eventually we were propositioned!!!
On Return to the converted toilet, in a lift that smelt like Bombay aloo a massage boy bragged about giving western girls incredible massages. Offering us “very good deal, very good deal” we politely refused... Sensing our lack of interest he made us a special deal “especially for you two, for free!” as tempting as it was, we declined the offer s.
Then he begged to PAY US for his services, whilst holding his own blanket trying to bombard his way into our converted toilet....
We still declined....
We later discovered Chung King mansion is renowned for being one of the worst hostels in Asia.... genie error Type 1!