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
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
posted by Nooy at Tuesday, August 22, 2006
1 Comments:
not trusting others means
not trusting yourself,
China town souns like a good experience,
love,
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