Tuesday, August 22, 2006

China Town

First day of school, but that is not very interesting, or well it was but going to China Town was way more of an adventure!

So I had to get some duplicates of our key because sharing two keys for an apartment is not a good plan! And I wanted to get a T-Mobile simcard so I could actaully call people.

I borrowed Amy's moped and drove down.. very nice.. slightly awkward driving in this country where passing left or right doesnlt make a difference, but it was fun. Then found a parking spot, still not sure I was allowed to park there but it worked fine.
Ran into the first store that I saw that looked like the sales person might speak some kind of English and asked her where the T-Mobile store was.. while she was chattering to her friend on the phone I looked around and bought a very nice tiger eye pendant which obviously bought her friendship too.

So it is a bit of a long story, but basically I got taken into the inner circuits of chinatown. I had mentioned art so I was vaguely instructed on T-Mobile and then escorted to a little art store (I mentioned I liked art) there she left me ith a man who was barely capable of speaking English.
Obviously the plot was to let me buy some art. And I must say I would have but the 20% discount brought the amount down to $560,- Well I'm sorry but I donlt have that kind of money!

He was visibly disappointed, but still in good spirits. took me out the back door, up a stairs into this gambling hall where all these Chinese people were gathered together and well.. gambling. For a second I thought: Oh God! this is what parents always warn their kids NOT to do! But I was there.. and about a head taller then the tallest people around and well I wasnlt exactly scared.

I got given a new guide who was assigned to me witha waterfall of chinese out of which I only understood the word T-Mobile. BAck down the stairs out the door and through a couple of little streets. Into this little mall.. (I guess it was a little mall with all these little stores inside, wares stacked up to the sealing, seamstresses, food, things I don't want to know what they were and a lot more.) Into this supermarket pointed at this little Chinese guy and told me to give him my keys. (I'm not sure when I mentioned the keys, I think to the first lady I met, but I din't think she had understood me.) My keys took a while and meanwhile I was pointed to some other place in that mall and left to myself.. I got a T-Mobile sim card, walked back, payed 2 dollars for the keys and was done.

Yes I'm too trusting, but sometimes that is good!
The rest of the day consisted of broken down mopeds, simlocked phones, e-mailing about beds and a desk, making dinner and getting used to living with four very different people in one household.

Quote: "I'm astounded by people who want to 'know' the universe when it's hard enough to find your way around Chinatown." -Woody Allen
Music: Colour, Blind Counting Crows

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

not trusting others means
not trusting yourself,
China town souns like a good experience,
love,

8/22/2006 10:23 pm  

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