TRIP 七 (Think of the 7 Dwarfs eating cheese & drinking tea ..... Chea)
Since I have ventured forth this path many a time, it was with calm assurance instead of the typical butterflies that many of our members write about feeling, that I departed upon my seventh trip. After all, I am not a newbee, but a have been, so with this wealth of experience I embarked on my latest expedition to the land of Cathay.
My goal was to meet up with fellow members who have contributed to this website's success, and establish if in fact they were real and not created by the Mods to generate this false wealth
I arrived in Hong Kong at 3:45 pm local time after being awake for 20 hours. My body desired sleep but I ignored its pleas as I had other plans to consider. First, of course, was that magic of embracing my wife after a five months absence. After $250 Hong Kong dollars ride to the Hotel, I showered, freshend up, felt awakened, rekindled passion, .....censored......, then got ready to meet the first legendary blogeteer of this forum - No other then
The Count of Monte Cristo, the inspire of
The Three Musketeers ... oops I mean the Count of Hong Kong -
Philip. His real name is
Alex but not Dumas
, so I was mistaken that he was not that famous French writer - although he does own property in France
We met up with Alex and his lovely wife for supper by taking a mini bus to his area of operations in Sai Kung. It was a cool damp quiet night. Just the right environment for our furtive encounter. After all, Alex is on loan from the Home Office in order to keep tabs on Hong Kong as it has been relinquished back to Mainland China from Her Majesty's control. Alex knew my desire to yell out
since I had just arrived from the colonies with fresh Maple syrup in tow. He need seclusion, thus led us to a discreet dinner where we would partake of discourse entwined with fine sea food. Although the food was very tasty, it was listening to his pleasent, English accented voice that I relished the most. We talked about our many trials and tribulations that had brought us to this little corner of the world, sharing beer, food and tall tales.
My main regret is that I could not spend more time with Alex. A couple of hours spent with him did not do justice. Because the cool damp night was the perfect foil for his eloquent words and sagely wisdom as we dueled using our rapier wits & cutting insights.
We departed at the Sai Kung bus depot with Alex and his wife of the infectious smile
waving goodbye. Soon the damp nightly mist hid this romantic couple from our view and I parted with good memories of meeting a new friend.
First meeting accomplished as Alex would be my first of the three Blogeteers I would meet on this trip. The others will follow in my future tales of
"THE THREE BLOGETEERS"