I just made my visa run to Hong Kong. After applying for my visitor’s visa, I figured I’d go and check out the sites so I took the MTR to Tsim Sha Tsui. As I exited the station with about two hundred people, I felt a tapping on my shoulder. A soldier was standing in back of me.
Excuse me, where are you going?
Yes, that is Kowloon, but why are you going there?
I wanted to do some shopping.
Do you you know anyone here?
Can I see a contact number?
Um…I’ll see if I can find it. I thoroughly searched my bag, pushing the notepad of contact numbers further into the bottom. I’m sorry, I can’t seem to find it.
Can I take a look?
(He took a brief look in my bag)
Can I see your travel documents?
I’m sorry. I’m just a tourist. Why are you asking me all these questions?
Do you have your travel documents?
My passport is at a visa office.
I think you should come with me.
Can I just tell my friend? He’s downstairs.
Okay. Hurry up. He started talking on his walkie talkie.
As soon as I got around the corner, I booked it for the turnstyles and caught the next train back to Hong Kong. I didn’t leave me hotel room for the rest of the night.
What did he want with some American rube holding a Lonely Planet travel book anyway?