Board bus 70, one PRC babe behind me ask where Fullerton Hotel (in English) and the PRC driver was blurr and replied 直直去。
I was.pissed and relied 有有。 KNNBCCB bus driver dunno.where is Fullerton!
That was a heavenly gifted opportunity and you couldn't see the tree for the forest and went angry over the driver for what? If I was you, I'd be thankful to the driver for not knowing the direction and volunteer to escort the babe safely to her destination. Well, good morning and story telling time again since this reminds me of another story, true story, be assured.
There was once in 2006, after GE and before NDP that I visited GMS computer shop in AMK. On my bus back, there was this PRC babe asking whether the bus stops at Bishan Junction. The driver actually and confidently knew and told her yes. But still, I took the opportunity to volunteer help and claim that I was going there too, don't worry, just follow me to alight at the stop that I alight. Actually my intention and destination was to go home but what the heck, when opportunity comes a-knocking like that, how to reject?
I remember the timeframe well because she brought me back to PRC to meet her brother and sister after we watched NDP 2006 together. I didn't even have to pay for her ticket. She had a return ticket on hand. I just needed to book the same flight which I managed to. Her sister was a fews years elder but equally pretty and friendly. Her brother drove us for a good tour all around Hunan and Guangxi, including mountain climbing a few thousand feet to mountain top farmhouse. It was an incredible experience and could have been dangerous. I had to act gentleman and piggyback my GF across streams up rocky paths.
Her brother and sister were even more incredible. I was wearing Reebok trackshoes and already worried about slipping. His brother was wearing heeled leather shoes and her sister was wearing high heels, climbed those rocks and crossed those streams like nobody's business. They were apparently brought up and trained that way. My GF being the youngest apparently wasn't, probably too much dotted on. She couldn't climb and asked me to piggyback her. How could I lose face in front of her brother, of course I must do it. Of course I did it and lucky I didn't slip. Had I slipped, there might two injuries or worse, two fatalities.
Dangerous but rewarding experience. That night, I saw what Van Gogh called Starry Starry Night. I've never seen such a starry night anywhere at anytime except that night there. It was such a starry starry beautiful night. The mountain top fountain water was also incredibly fresh, whether for drinking, cooking or bathing. You have to drink it or bathe in it to feel the difference. PUB and even Perrier water are nowhere near comparison.
