Goose bumps
Posted in China | By tim |
Later, much later, Llew tells us that the path which eventually led him to be discovered, slumped outside the apartment door at 8am was a torturous one involving bars: Joe Bananas and Carnegies, girls he can’t remember and a stripper dancing on the bar.
The headaches and the pain from drinking Carlsberg leads me to decide never to drink it again. The 28 chemical preservatives used to supposedly keep it fresh in the hot climate make me feel very unpleasant the morning after and contribute to one of the worst hangovers I’ve ever experienced. To our shame it is 3pm before we are even moving and our day is almost completely wasted, just like us last night really.
We make a trip to the ‘Football Club’ to which Graham and Riemie belong and which serves as a kind of pseudo high-class country club for expatriates. It has the marbled lifts and bow-tied bell hops and, more importantly for us, an inexhaustible supply of ice-cold lemonade to soothe pounding heads. With a view over the Happy Valley Races, a million bars and restaurants and numerous lawns, pitches and pools this is one every expensive piece of real estate, plonked as it is between nestling tower blocks in the middle of Hong Kong. Apparently the Jockey Club, one of the most profitable businesses in Hong Kong, desperately wanted some development land from the Football Club and, in return, paid for the new clubhouse and facilities to be built. They didn’t skimp on their designs.
I spend a shivering night on the floor under a single sheet in the air conditioned bedroom but never seem to develop the concious state required to do anything about it until I wake up five minutes before the alarm goes off annoyingly at 8am.
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