Hello Great and Amazing Ones,
Sven left yesterday, much to my dismay, the week with him flew by. He did a ton of things by himself when I was at school and we did a ton of things together when I wasn't. Some highlights include trying to meet up with each at a train station. Through texting we managed to figure out that we had gone up to the train tracks through different entrances. He was on one end I was on the other. Despite 100's of Chinese between us I could make out his white face and balding scalp sticking a shoulder and a head above everyone else. I of course was easy to spot despite the multitudes of people. Sometimes it is ok to be a VVM. Very Visible Minority.
I took Sven into "real China," to Shenzen to the greatest "knock off," mall in the world. We had some fun with a sales person at a purse shop trying to sell Sven an "authentic," knock off watch. Why this salesperson was selling me DVD's and Sven watches at a purse shop is a question I am still mulling over. Anyway Sven managed to get the salesperson to drop the price of her "authentic," knock off Bulgaria watch or whatever its called from 400 yuan down to 150 yuan. Sven though wanted it for 50. As he strode out of the store, without making a deal I might add, the shopkeeper pitifully in desperation cried out 100. Sven, the hard man from the middle east, kept going. Wow. He did say later he felt a little sorry for her. Tough as nails, thats my brother.
So to see how tough he really is I took him on a little walk through the jungle. At first it was clear sailing, gradual slope, lovely scenary, monkeys everywhere checking us out, and Sven rather smugly said that the walk was a piece of cake. But then came the… steps. After basically climbing up 1000s of steps and down 1000s of steps my poor brother was pretty wasted at the end. Yet the view at the top of the mountain ridge, of Kowloon and Hong Kong, was well worth it.
Well Sven made it back safe and sound to Doha and he liked Hong Kong so much that he might consider applying for a job here. That would be great if he managed to get out here. Any way have a great week. Till next time.
God bless you all,
Dirk
Sven left yesterday, much to my dismay, the week with him flew by. He did a ton of things by himself when I was at school and we did a ton of things together when I wasn't. Some highlights include trying to meet up with each at a train station. Through texting we managed to figure out that we had gone up to the train tracks through different entrances. He was on one end I was on the other. Despite 100's of Chinese between us I could make out his white face and balding scalp sticking a shoulder and a head above everyone else. I of course was easy to spot despite the multitudes of people. Sometimes it is ok to be a VVM. Very Visible Minority.
I took Sven into "real China," to Shenzen to the greatest "knock off," mall in the world. We had some fun with a sales person at a purse shop trying to sell Sven an "authentic," knock off watch. Why this salesperson was selling me DVD's and Sven watches at a purse shop is a question I am still mulling over. Anyway Sven managed to get the salesperson to drop the price of her "authentic," knock off Bulgaria watch or whatever its called from 400 yuan down to 150 yuan. Sven though wanted it for 50. As he strode out of the store, without making a deal I might add, the shopkeeper pitifully in desperation cried out 100. Sven, the hard man from the middle east, kept going. Wow. He did say later he felt a little sorry for her. Tough as nails, thats my brother.
So to see how tough he really is I took him on a little walk through the jungle. At first it was clear sailing, gradual slope, lovely scenary, monkeys everywhere checking us out, and Sven rather smugly said that the walk was a piece of cake. But then came the… steps. After basically climbing up 1000s of steps and down 1000s of steps my poor brother was pretty wasted at the end. Yet the view at the top of the mountain ridge, of Kowloon and Hong Kong, was well worth it.
Well Sven made it back safe and sound to Doha and he liked Hong Kong so much that he might consider applying for a job here. That would be great if he managed to get out here. Any way have a great week. Till next time.
God bless you all,
Dirk
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