'Sup lads. Been in the Middle Kingdom for about a week now. If anyone is interested I can fill you in on the joy of life in Le Chinois, as I believe the natives call it, and provide pics and answer questions. Let me know.
How long are you looking to stay? If you're staying anywhere over a couple of months I can hook you up with a teaching job as well, experience preferred but not required.
As is the way in HK, your best tool for an easy life is social media and networking.
Actually I was making reference to the Gothie ladies.
I'll be there for a while, although in and out of China with work.
Thanks for letting me know there is the possibility of teaching as a fall back, but hopefully am going to wrangle a fucking serious professional job. Fingers crossed...got an interview with the boss of bosses tomorrow.
Assuming all goes well, fancy meeting up for a pint or six in a week or two?
OP here. While I am not out in HK to teach, a mate in Guangzhou mentioned that he is, due to a variety of issues in China. Do you fancy swapping throwaway emails?
Tell me about the Mongol women in detail. I have some experience with women from parts of East Tibet who are generally Mongolian descendants. I never paid for this experience though, at least not in financial/material terms.
Right lads, a pro-tip for thee. Should one find oneself living on a beach in a tent for three months, and four weeks before you are due to move in to your apartment, and some cunt removes the equipment you are suing to wash your clothes, do *not*, I repeat, *not*, think "Oh fuck it, I've got enough to last me a month."
Ignore the ounces of sand coming out of the fabric. Ignore the smell of mildew from that time that you left your washing out in the rain.
Having just thrown a load in the sink the water went black almost immediately. Having let it soak for half an hour, rinsed it and gone to re-wash with significantly more washing powder, the water went black. Almost. Immediately.
Actually I really liked camping on the beach. Sand is remarkably comfortable. Oh, and I can now say that I have camped through a Cat. 5 monsoon, in what, due to the donated tents all lacking various rather crucial parts, was effectively a bivoauc, without anything breaking over the 5 days of gale force winds, concentrated on the beach, and with nothing getting wet bar the clothes I wore when leaving my tent.
Those sunsets mate, those sunsets. If I had web access I would still be there now, sitting pretty.
Having been browsing this site for far too many years, am I the only one who has noticed an increase in them? I am assuming this is to do with the dismantling of the welfare state, but as I haven't lived in the UK for years I am only guessing.
Well, this is interesting. I had a knock on the door last night, odd in and of itself because only two people know where I live. 'Twas the Phillipino lady from next door, in a bit of a state, after having been beaten up by her soon-to-be-ex husband. Now, she had mentioned that she was leaving him and moving out after I asked why she was living under a tarpaulin on the roof with her kids. So, not completely out of the blue, and given the weather warnings I had been trying to work out where she was to re-offer my room while the rains kicked in.
Now, having made her a coffee, calmed her down and treated her wounds, she tells me that her husband is a meth addict, and she started smoking meth three weeks ago, during this process she lost 3 stone. Queue alarm bells ringing faintly...
She has free run of my place, under strict rules, and mainly only because she was honest, and had spent the last 36 hours going cold turkey, alone, on the beach, before she dared speak to me - for junkies this is a good thing.
So, apparently my lovely new flat is now the local women's refuge and halfway house. Was not expecting that...going fine so far though, and she has accommodation lined up in two weeks, and it turns out I know the landlord, so will be checking on this one. I have also helped two friends clean their lives up, so I am hardly inexperienced.
Sorry for typos/errors, she just got back and I am helping get her ready for work...cunt of her husband has locked her uniform away in the hope she will lose her job. Nice one mate, nice one...pity she's not sleeping on the beach though, innit?
Unlikely, Teenlad. I have photographs of her passport, ID card and bank details. I have spoken to both her boss (who I know), and her new landlord, (who I know). Later tonight I receive payment of rent upfront, as today is payday, for the next two weeks. No rent? No bed.
I'm not screwing her, and I have had a little chat with various of the more interesting characters around here. We have the protection, he don't. And I do above her, because they respect me for dealing with it myself.
At the end of the day, I am going to be eating like a king. Probably helps that anything that might be chosen to be stolen, of mine, is worth considerably less than two months rent. Oh, and I am the only one with keys.
You know, you could have saved, literally, seconds of your time by reading the last sentence of >>21969.
Still struggling to upload pictures - Symbian no liek .gs.
However, I must say, a month of 30+ heat has been fun. I am dead impressed that my chillies have started to sprout, despite only being in the ground for a week. They appear to like the heat...
Will try and get pics of the old flat up soon. Turned out my flatmate was trying to steal from me, so I promptly left. Last night he posted up the fact that it is now available on his FB account, so I might be moving back there. Heh. What a cunt...
I just want to mention that as I sit hear, thunder echoing from the sky and literally causing the ground to shake, that every clap of it has been perfectly in sync with a drop of the DJ Proteus mix I am listening to. Next level, .gs, next level.
