We couldn't get a room in Chungking express so I asked some guy in the street. He led us to a family of women, who led us down an alleyway to our room. The place looked sweet, small, cozy, a bathroom where you could shit and shower at the same time. In other words: perfect.
We'll take it, I said. I asked for a key.
They said, "No, no. No need for a key. This guy will be here all night." They pointed to a man laying underneath a desk outside our room. He was fanning himself, watching us.
I hadn't noticed him. Neither did Cahill.
When we left the room they multiplied (someone else joined the man under the desk). I miss Hong Kong. The only way it could've been better is if they actually robbed us.