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In Shenzhen we habitually stay at the Intercontinental at Overseas China Town (OCT) as it's a five star hotel; within our budget; right on the Metro; and thus provides easy access to markets; art galleries; and even a theme park. Directly across the highway (access via the metro tunnel) there is a large more-natural woodland-park as well as a pleasant village and shopping precinct, with restaurants and coffee shops.  The hotel has well-appointed public spaces including several restaurants and conference rooms and is very comfortable.  The breakfast, in particular, is vast, catering to every taste.  

This is the third time we've stayed here. 

 

After arriving and settling in we went across the road to Walmart for a light lunch and to buy some Australian wine (yes, it was back). 

Such was our travail that we then had to relax at a pleasant coffee shop with charming server. We'd walked another 12 km today.

I spent the morning in the park and exploring the town - more coffee. 

This is just a small area in this largely wooded park. Very nice and very needed, given all the high-rise apartments nearby.

 

 

Around the local park. OTC, Shenzhen, China.
The woman in red is a singer, walking about with a cordless microphone.
Hence the feedback - the only sound my camera recorded.

 

Despite rumours to the contrary, China's building boom is still in full swing here. The building with the palm trees is new and the tall building in the distance is the Ping An Finance Centre, fifth-tallest building in the World (115 stories - 599 m).

 

Unlike last time, once out of the hotel, almost no one here speaks English. Can they have forgotten? No. It's a young and confident new generation. China is now a world power. It's the same arrogance that English speakers once had. 'If they don't understand you shout,' an American once told me.  At least the Chinese remain polite.


Last night in China.
Tomorrow it will be back on the Metro to the border; then on to the HK Metro to the city; to catch a taxi to the cruise terminal and board the ship. 

We went back over the highway to a restaurant that I'd discovered earlier in the day. Where we ordered whole roast duck and a salad.

 



Fortunately the menu had pictures, as there was no translation and we had no internet. Wifi was a couple of Chinese characters??? 

We'd bought the wine at the supermarket ($A 14) and tried to ask if BYO was OK. It was farcical trying to use sign language to ask that. But then they produced both wine glasses and ice. No charge.

Why can't these foreigners speak Mandarin? Or read or write?

Needless to say, the meal was excellent. It was also inexpensive and a fraction of the price of a similar evening meal at the Intercontinental, across the road. Or in Australia.

The restaurant is quite large and there were numerous young couples, some with children, enjoying each other's company and the atmosphere was very convivial.  Have you ever noticed that people laugh the same in any language?

 

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Southern France

Touring in the South of France

September 2014

 

Lyon

Off the plane we are welcomed by a warm Autumn day in the south of France.  Fragrant and green.

Lyon is the first step on our short stay in Southern France, touring in leisurely hops by car, down the Rhône valley from Lyon to Avignon and then to Aix and Nice with various stops along the way.

Months earlier I’d booked a car from Lyon Airport to be dropped off at Nice Airport.  I’d tried booking town centre to town centre but there was nothing available.

This meant I got to drive an unfamiliar car, with no gearstick or ignition switch and various other novel idiosyncrasies, ‘straight off the plane’.  But I managed to work it out and we got to see the countryside between the airport and the city and quite a bit of the outer suburbs at our own pace.  Fortunately we had ‘Madam Butterfly’ with us (more of her later) else we could never have reached our hotel through the maze of one way streets.

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Getting about

 

 


This article contains a series of recollections from my childhood growing up in Thornleigh; on the outskirts of Sydney Australia in the 1950s. My parents emigrated to Australia in 1948 when I was not quite three years old and my brother was a babe in arms.

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Energy and a ‘good life’

 

 

 

Energy

With the invention of the first practical steam engines at the turn of the seventeenth century, and mechanical energy’s increasing utility to replace the physical labour of humans and animals, human civilisation took a new turn.  

Now when a contemporary human catches public transport to work; drives the car to socialise with friends or family; washes and dries their clothes or the dishes; cooks their food; mows their lawn; uses a power tool; phones a friend or associate; or makes almost anything;  they use power once provided by slaves, servants or animals.

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