It has been a trying week. At some point I will write about it all, but for now I’ll just say that I start a new job in 3 weeks and that I am very much enjoying my garden leave from my old employer. In the meantime a weekend away with good people (and happily completely unconnected to my work) was a definite good thing. There was much drinking, and even more laughter.
And so it was that we found ourselves on the return flight from Beijing to Shenzhen, considerably less drunken but considerably more travel sick (me). This was compounded on the ferry trip to Macau, which resulted in a happy ten minutes retching into a paper bag by the ladies toilets alongside other miserable travellers. Rarely has there been a more glamorous arrival into Macau.
Sensibleness went completely out of the window the following day. We went to meet the ex-pat (last seen drinking with us at 4am on a street in Hong Kong), who worked as a golf pro in one of Chinas new courses. This was pretty interesting, not least because the taxi driver decided to photograph me halfway through the journey. The new middle classes of China are very keen on golf, and we met a 9 year old girl with a serious ability and even more serious parents.