Here we go again...

Meh. I'm back. And, there you are, you little slimy bastards, booing away. I know my words arn't enjoyed by everyone, and I like taking the pleasure of making those particular group of people suffer.

OK, so that may not be the real reason Shouting Is Fun v2.0 was started. It's really because I'm going over to the good ol' Asia, and I've decided to actually use the trip to the fullest and start a travelog.

And the adventure starts today, as I was booking away. So, I've decided to take my niece to Hong Kong Disneyworld. Ahhhhhhh.... the shittest Disney theme park of them all. And that's a big call - Disneyland Paris wouldn't be second-worst had it not been the kiddies getting confused with the garden snails for escargot. (Kids are growing up faster these days. They now know what's gourmet!)

... and just because Norton was screwing with me, I decided to make the booking over the phone. And, it was as funny, as you'd expect for someone that doesn't speak fluent English.

So, when it came to spell my name, it was the whole "P for Photo (I actually don't know the airplane words), H for Harry"... the whole Wheel of Fortune shebangabang, the rep insisted on making the whole booking process "Disney-like" by replacing the typical airplane words with Disney characters...

"Yep, so that's M for Mickey / B for Buzz / C for Cinderella...."

For fucks sake, I'm going to be enduring the whole damn thing over there for $300 a day!

And, well, not to bag out the Chinese/be rasist/become a BNP member, the whole accent was soooooo hard to interpret, yet sooooooo funny to listen to! (I'm just gonna shut up here so I don't get caned by "the activists", you get the idea.)

... and they insisted on booking breakfast for me. Dialouge:

PM: Phileas
R: Rep

R: ... and would you like to have breakfast at Chef Mickey, or at (insert some Disney name for an eatery here)?
PM: No, no, we're going to go out to the main island for breakfast, then come back for the park.
R: ... OK, so would you like to reserve a table at Chef Mickey?
PM: No, no, no, we're not going to have breakfast there.
R: So you want to reserve a table for the breakfast?
PM: What? We're not having breakfast there!
R: Yes, but breakfast was part of your package.
PM: I know, I know, but we're not having breakfast there.
R: But you need a reservation, so I'll make it at Chef Mickey?

... after 3 more minutes of this type of dialouge, and a promise that I could "cancel" my "obligations" of having breakfast in HKDL Hotel, I made a booking at Chef Mickey. Fucking hell.

... I don't care if someone intercepts my credit card details. I don't care if I have to "report to the back for a scam". Going through a heavy-headed bank is much easier than booking a hotel in a Disney theme park. I should have done it online.

God.