The Rice Road: Still Hong Kong

It is dark.
I'm in the dorm of the Garden Hostel, Papa came and switched the lights off.
It is dark and I should sleep but my mind is so full of lights and blicking pictures and noisy existence of the street below us, thus I find it impossible to concentrate on anything else but life.
My legs are swollen.
The trousers that could not stay folded under my knees and kept falling down, I find hard to get off as my calves have turned monstrous and ugly and horrible.
And this blanket definitely does have bed bugs.*
I so am going to get a haircut in Asia-with Claudia we saw two, uff uff, soooooo cute chinese hairdressers with long hair. And one of them looked at me. He looked at me, he looked at me!!!!!!!
I hope i can sleep now.
In the morning dim dum.

*ouch ouch ouch....