(no subject)
Feb. 3rd, 2008 03:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skyringTwo thirty yesterday, and I got a call from my day driver. Seems that our cab began smoking and dumped its oil all over the main city rank early yesterday, and had to be hauled away by tow truck. Cripes. I'm glad it wasn't my shift, but it must have been traumatic for my codriver. Not to mention expensive in terms of missed income, though he was given another cab to drive.
But I don't have an Elite Cabs uniform and I'm not all that keen to drive a regular cab anyway, so I decided to have a night off, on the expectation that by the time my week begins again on Tuesday, my beautiful limousine will be back on the road.
Instead, I lounged around with my wife, went into Manuka with her and had a leisurely cup of coffee and a mango gelato at Artoven, and then browsed around Paperchain bookshop and windowshopped in the arcades. Paperchain is an independent of superb quality and (naturally) I bought a couple of books. Guidebooks for Hong Kong, actually, and we spent an hour or so reading them in bed, swapping snippets.
There are rickshaws in Hong Kong. Seven of them, and the collective age of the rickshaw pullers is about a thousand. You pay the man to pose in his rickshaw, but don't ask him to actually pull you anywhere, as onlookers will hurl abuse at you and the old geezer will drop dead half a block down the road.
Our hotel is on the waterfront, but well out of the central area. In fact it's not on the guidebook map, at least not the map that shows actual street names.
There's a Soviet aircraft carrier moored just over the border, turned into a kind of theme park. If I get a chance, I'll leave Kerri and DD shopping in Shenzen and take DS to have a wander over, eating hot dogs on the flight deck. (These are sausages in a roll, I understand.)
But I don't have an Elite Cabs uniform and I'm not all that keen to drive a regular cab anyway, so I decided to have a night off, on the expectation that by the time my week begins again on Tuesday, my beautiful limousine will be back on the road.
Instead, I lounged around with my wife, went into Manuka with her and had a leisurely cup of coffee and a mango gelato at Artoven, and then browsed around Paperchain bookshop and windowshopped in the arcades. Paperchain is an independent of superb quality and (naturally) I bought a couple of books. Guidebooks for Hong Kong, actually, and we spent an hour or so reading them in bed, swapping snippets.
There are rickshaws in Hong Kong. Seven of them, and the collective age of the rickshaw pullers is about a thousand. You pay the man to pose in his rickshaw, but don't ask him to actually pull you anywhere, as onlookers will hurl abuse at you and the old geezer will drop dead half a block down the road.
Our hotel is on the waterfront, but well out of the central area. In fact it's not on the guidebook map, at least not the map that shows actual street names.
There's a Soviet aircraft carrier moored just over the border, turned into a kind of theme park. If I get a chance, I'll leave Kerri and DD shopping in Shenzen and take DS to have a wander over, eating hot dogs on the flight deck. (These are sausages in a roll, I understand.)
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2008-02-03 10:02 am (UTC)ROFL! Don't make me laugh, my abs are still hurting from the circuit training on Friday...
In Vietnam the rickshaws are bicycles, that's a bit easier...