Although I didn't understand anything the English-speaking guide said, riding on the top deck of the bus with the wind in my hair was a lot of fun. Going down hills felt like a rollercoaster, picking up speed, and everyone cheered loudly. We were supposed to get off at Temple Street, but since my hotel was the Kowloon Hotel, which was also the meeting point, I asked if I could go back there. Luckily, the bus was heading to the Kowloon Hotel anyway to pick up the next group, so they let me stay on.