Weds 23rd - Thur 24th
Our sleeper bus (double decked coach) turned up at 8:35 (so not early then) it parked in the road so we had to hustle and get on with our backpacks - no room underneath. I climbed up first, then was promptly stopped and told to take my trainers off - a hard job with a full pack and small bags on in a narrow space. I glanced up and saw the bus was excruciatingly narrow, even for me. I shuffled frustratingly along and struggled to get to an empty bed. Goodness knows how Frank managed and the bus was moving! We were both disappointed. We both thought we'd be on a coach with reclining seats. This was a 52 seater coach with 32 beds in. Your feet were under the next persons head and barely wide enough to hold you. The matress covers were picked to bits, the pillows smelt damp and the furry blankets looked (and felt) like they hadn't been washed this year. I also had a big smear of something hard and yellow stuck down the side of my window frame. Nice. Frank was in the middle aisle, more head room. He could see through the windscreen and likened it to 'riding in a toboggan'.
Lots of packages were being put on underneath and in the aisle, throughout the trip.
I suppose we got to see a little more of China in the growing darkness.
Passengers were a mix: a family with a little girl, old guys, young guys and a couple of women too. And us. No other tourists. Just enough spare beds for our bags.

Later a young bloke told us, via his phone the bus stopped for a toilet break.
Then much later it stopped at a police post. Again, the young guy told Frank all the men have to get out. The old man and Frank were sent back (Frank got quite a few looks of pure surprise from the police there!). It transpired as we watched through the windows it was a urine test unit - for illegal substances we gathered. We saw three blokes who were escorted to their buses to collect their things then back into the centre by police. Checking my watch we were late. The bus should've arrived at the destination between 6 - 7am. It was now 8:50. Hmmm.

The bus stoped at a bus park and people began to get off. We were called off too.
"Are we at Wenjin Du Port?" We asked. No reply came. They just smiled and pointed as we put our bags on. Yet again a taxi driver was there thrusting his phone in our face with how much Yuan he'd charge - though with a wave he was gone. And a short dumpy middle aged Chinese woman was standing under our noses too. The bus drivers seemed to know her. But she, or anyone else shed no light on where we were or needed to go. It didn't look like the Port to Hong Kong.
(The instructions were we would get to the  bus station. It would then be a 5 minute walk to the port to exit China and get a bus to Hong Kong.)
We asked one more time "Wenjin Du?" And the bus left. The woman beside us was prattling along, drawing more taxi vultures to us. We walked off to the front of the bus car park building hoping to find some answers. She followed us. Yabbering all the way as though we could understand her. The front of the building read Shenzhen Station. So not Wenjin Du then? A security guard caught our eye (the first of three guiding Angels). We asked him for help (showed him a photo of the directions from the poster). He wanted to help we could see, he beckoned us to follow him - jibber yabber in tow who didn't look impressed with our resourcefulness - hands on hips. Into a small hotel lobby and we managed to find a guy who spoke English. We found we were 6km (small woman is STILL talking to us) away from Wenjin Du port. Oh bugg - are you still here woman!? The others ignored her but she had pushed it too far with us. Frank told her where to go, I asked if they knew what she was saying to us, they just pushed her away, seeing that she was not helping the situation. The security guard led us down to the metro (under the bus station), skipped security and put us in a lift, not before pointing out Wenjin stop on the metro line. Huge sighs of relief and "Xie xie".
Minutes later in the metro station we studied the map to be sure of our bearings. Exit C then left.

Up the stairs we went and waited a moment more to see if we near Wenjin Du Port  when a sweet voiced Chinese woman asked,
"Excuse me, are you looking for the Port?"
"Yes!". We knew straight away this was good news. Her name was Jenny, (the second of three Angels) she taught English and often took her students to Hong Kong to practise their English skills.
"Come, I'll bring you there." She had a comforting smile and genuinely floated in her light blue dress. She told us what forms to fill out, how long it would take - "Not many tourists go through here so it should be very quick for you" - and where to go to get the bus to the Hong Kong port. We would've bowed on our knees were it not for our backpacks. So so so grateful. Sure enough it was as Jenny had said (Immigration had a little trouble picking up my electric passport symbol) but quick and smooth. Down the esculator and purchased a bus ticket to Landmark North (a large-scale shopping place in Hong Kong) and on the bus. A coach we could walk and fit on this time. Into the Hong Kong immigration minutes later, where they made a point of speaking in English to us. It did seem strange, as we had gotten used to Chinese people saying very little English and we would reply in Chinese - no need for that anymore. More forms to fill in, our bus must have left as everyone else sauntered through way before us. Nervously waiting for the HK bus another woman told us with a bright smile where to wait (the third of three Angels). Lolo was from Hong Kong and studied/worked at the university there. She was slight and pale and sooo helpful too! She waited for us getting off of the bus and brought us to the metro and ATM and saw us on our way. 
Chinese people, English speakers or not, are happily helpful and friendly people. Thank goodness.
And now to Hong Kong...