Thanks you all and thanks Harry for the pics of China. What are those little three wheeled cars called? The "Club fall in Love" looks like an interesting place. One of your usual haunts is it?
This is what I'll be up to tomorrow afternoon Cap.
That's the Star Ferry in Victoria Harbour Hong Kong. I'll be catching it to travel from Kowloon on the Chinese Mainland to Hong Kong Island where I'm meeting up with a couple of friends. Only takes ten minutes and its a bit like going back to Colonial times - if you use your imagination and block out the massive skyscrappers.
No doubt I'll end up in Delaney's Irish theme pub on Peking Road; Not sure if you can see it here cos if you blink, you miss it. Its just to the left of the BABILA shop Tiny entrance, then down a flight of stairs, and you'd think you were in a pub back home.
The three wheeled cars are actually
TAXI's and are called Motorized Rickshaws - or Put-Puts - or even
Hang On For Your Life, really depends how much the driver wants to scare a Foreigner. Small two-stroke engines at maximum revs and no regard whatsoever for road regulations. The ones in Bangkok are even more fun - cos they're not enclosed - so you get real AC thrown in for free.
Missus Heid had been moaning about wanting an SUV, so when I showed her the ones I'd seen and suggested she'd like one of these - with a 10-CD Automatic Music Changer - my right ear started stinging (again).
Aye, the "Let's Fall in Love Club".....!!!!
I've never actually darkened the door of the place. Through experience, I know there's two price lists in these joints. One for Locals and one for Foreigners.
Besides, Madame Heid flatly refuses to go to places like these, they're not the kind of Bar any respectable Chinese Lady would frequent - apparently - or so I'm told - time and again. I've actually only been to three bars in Dalian over the past nine years or so. First was just before I met My Precious Little Tin of Cherry Blossom Bootpolish. Second time was just after we met - and a big fight broke out between a few of the patrons - which I thought was marvelous free entertainment laid on for my benefit and amusement - apparently not, cos once was enough for the future Missus Heid. The third one is the "German Bar" in the Kempinski Hotel, which has live rock music six nights a week and its own micro-brewery, but our visits there are restricted to once in a blue moon - cos she "doesn't like the German food". Have found a way round that though by ordering Italian Pasta for her cos its close enough to Chinese Noodles, while I get ripped into the sausage, sourkraut and mashed pototoes.
Here's some old one's you might not have seen;
And here's what that micro-brewery does to you.......Ulp.
