So, as if I needed any more proof that I don’t know what I’m doing by myself in Hong Kong, I had another very interesting and confusing day. My intention was to go to Ocean Park and have some fun. Unfortunately, despite getting on a bus that had a stop specifically labeled “Ocean Park”, I was surprised when the bus suddenly reached the end of its route. The best that two bus drivers could do is point in a certain direction, presumably suggesting that I walk. (Note: Despite what you will be told, do not assume that all service personnel in Hong Kong can speak English, a couple times I have run into people who spoke neither English nor Mandarin.)
Anyway, walking in that direction didn’t take me to Ocean Park (I’m sure there was some way to get to it, as the drivers both repeated “Ocean Park” to me.), instead, I ended up in Victoria Park. Ah, well, it was alright, and I did manage to get some nice pictures before my camera died. I hung out for a couple hours there and then explored around until I came upon a subway station and decided it was best to go back to the hostel and rest a bit.
EDIT: Friend of mine told me what I did wrong. Apparently I went to the wrong MTR station.