“The Worlds Local Bank” often cuts off my supply of money when I travel abroad, which I find exceptionally frustrating and when I was paying in the hotel, I saw the familiar hesitation as the lady tried to put my payment through. I mentally prepared myself for the annoyingly familiar conversation with the Indian call service employee when she came back and told me that I had a 15% discount on my whole bill as I was a HSBC customer. It nearly makes up for the hours of international phone calls…nearly…
The hotel I stayed at was really Chinese (the outside was made of cardboard and stucco like the new Peninsular shopping mall in HK, the rooms were decorated like a shit, fake Victorian themed London Pub, there were ashtrays everywhere and there were random rooms with nothing in them) and I suspect somehow the hand of the Hong Kong Shanghai Banking Corporation was involved...
This was my view on the second day. I had two swimming pools all to myself (complete with fountains and bridges) it was AMAZING!!!! I fully understand how lucky I am, I know I can seem like a spoiled little bitch at times but I totally appreciate all these fantastic things, it's just a shame I was on my own...)
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