In Search of a Battery
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Thu 27 Dec 2018 23:47
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In Search of a Battery for Bear’s
Mobile  On our journey to Hong Kong Bear’s
IPhone suddenly declared it was poorly telling him his battery status was in
failure and needed replacing. I chose our outing to the Nunnery yesterday so as
today was his choice..... I would like to find the Apple
shop, no appointments for weeks but the forum says to try by turning up and as
we don’t have repair facilities of note in Malaysia. Lead the way
McDuff. The little street behind our digs saw us leap on the
number eight bus, thankfully local buses are limited to eighty kilometres
per hour and our driver is set to try an reach that dizzying limit. After
hurtling and than standing on the brake for the umpteenth time I liken the
experience to coming a close second behind that of the psychotic taxi drivers of
Lima in Peru. Twenty minutes later we emerge at the bottom of Nathan
Road.
  Bear leads the
way and spots a Pandora shop. A quick stop for my Christmas pressie – a
handsome lion that randomly ends up sitting next to
my panda from mainland China, both will end up being moved from my transport
bracelet to my travel bracelet back on Beez Neez. That done, a
delighted me is led along the next road.
  A naughty little
Porker being ticketed outside one of the many HK
Jockey Club betting shops. The Hong Kong Jockey Club is one of the oldest
institutions set up in 1884. Her Majesty bestowed Royal to the name in 1959 but
sadly lost this distinction at handover. Holding a government-granted monopoly
it runs all gambling covering some seven hundred horse races a year, lottery and
all overseas football events. The Club with some 23,000 members is the biggest
tax payer in the land and has donated billions of dollars to charity, a record
3.6 billion in 2014 alone.
   One of the many, I was going to say
jewellers, but settle for producers of instruments of
torture.
 Why would you want to dangle this around your neck. ??? You could lean over taking out
small people or an elderly lady and if no one is there to cushion the fall, you
could face plant. AND we actually saw a massive pig avec many piglets dangling
from her milk-producing nether regions. Like the pig at
the bottom ??? no, that looks quite tasteful in comparison, I need
to bleach my eyes.
 We head upstairs to the repair and
teaching floor. One or two workers in red tee shirts deal with customers on
the sales floor, bits and bobs are on the basement
level. Cold, they sure do crank the air-con down, if I worked here I would be
seen sashaying around in hat, gloves and fur lined overcoat..... Upstairs a
pleasant young man set us in a side queue and ten minutes later a lady found us
a slot to return at six thirty. Mmmm five hours to occupy
ourselves.......
  We cross the road and enter Harbour City, just one of the huge shopping malls in the
area. Many bright young things padding about in ridiculously twinkly trainers at
stupid prices, more eyelash extensions than I can shake a stick at and so many
shop fronts with nary a price label – clearly if you need to ask you cannot
afford. I did rather take a fancy to a pair of high red court shoes with a
diamante outsoles. I guess about six hundred pounds...... Ouch, don’t be silly, the world’s most expensive slip
in at eleven million pounds. Daft......., daft, that’s
what I say.
  We go up an escalator and find the
food floor. You can buy anything you fancy from any
country in the world. It was a zoo, noisy and the aromas were so overwhelming I
needed to escape, no arguments from Bear. Just looking at the store guide made us itch as we finally found an
exit.
 A little respite on a
side street as we found a flower market. Four hours
until Apple appointment I felt a cunning plan coming together.
  Rock hard discipline took us past the
naughty cakes on the
left.
  We choose a yummy picnic from the delicious, standard
choices. A flash of pink as Bear pays in the bakery, a one pound and a penny note.
  After our lovely time in Kowloon Park
we headed past the posh shops once more and waited
for some time in the chill of the Apple shop. People watching was great fun,
especially when the security men ganged around a particularly stroppy foreigner
who had an issue with his gadget. I congratulated the engineer who had kept his
cool throughout and that bumped us up the queue to second place. Full diagnostics showed everything else was in good health and
we were promised a new battery by half past nine. My face showed that we would
return on the morrow. A quick visit to the basement for Bear to buy a new cable
for his ‘vintage’ Macbook Pro and off to find a little bus back to our digs. A
tin of tuna for me with a big fat tomato and Bear settled to a Pot Noodle, we
know how to party.
ALL IN ALL OH TO BE YOUNG AND
LOVE LABEL SHOPPING – WHERE’S THE PARK ???
INCREDIBLY MODERN, INCREDIBLY
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