Rendezvousing Again At Hong Kong. By Uncle Monty.

Rendezousing Again At Hong Kong.

Story By Uncle Monty.

Photos By Alex Albion.
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Hong Kong beckoned me again to rendezous with

Contessa Maria, who wasn’t particularly happy

when I declined her Christmas invitation to go onto

Los Angeles with her and then to go on from there to

Mexico’s Cancun for the New Year. While I was in

Oz, Maria had travelled onto Papua New Guinea,
New Zealand, and Tasmania without me, because I

wanted to spend as much time as I could exploring

Australia itself – a huge country, of course - along

with attending The 6th World Homeless Cup, go-

ing to the Oz capital of Canberra, and visiting and

staying with dear friends Carl and Myrna Hancock

out at Adelaide Hills. Plus, my unquenchable desire

and aim to encounter and to photograph for the

first time in my life those irresistable kangaroos.

Everything that I set out to do, I successfully and

happily completed while on the other side of the

world.

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Maria didn’t enquire of me what I had done in

Aussieland, but it was due entirely to her financial

underpinning that I had freely spent over 16 days

inside Oz like being as free as a bird. She had no

interest, naturally, in homeless football or kanga-

roos or visiting with the Bush Aussies. Her only
interest was that I was content and grateful with

what she had done again for me. I most definiately

was ... Although, whenever I don’t go along with
all that she wants of me she then turns on me
and says I’m “always ungrateful” to her for
what she’s already done for me over the past
almost 4 years of getting to know each other.

But, she knows full well I am eternally grateful

to her for all she's done without conditional love.
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Now at Hong Kong, Maria was nagging, baiting,

and poking at me again. Where within less than

three weeks we had now had our second Asian
rendezous to sort out what she and I wanted to
do either together or individually. Her mind was

made up that it was easier for us to go on together

to the West Coast of Obama's US of A, than for me

to fly on alone across parts of the Middle East and

huge swathes of Russia to get finally back to frigid

and broken England after my first Australian ad-

venture which had taken me more than 25,000

miles there and back, and to and from, the other

side of the world. "Maria, you've done by far too

much for me already," I told her. "You don't need

to do anymore," I earnestly added to her. In the

end then she went onto LA without me and I to-

ward Pakistan, Iran, Russia, the Eastern and

Western countries of Europe and to finally

hit icy cold Heathrow head on by Qantas.

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Inside Hong Kong International Terminal

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Coming back to Hong Kong on Qantas – Australia’s

Fly Kangaroo – was nothing short than an health hazard.

On my left side sat a young hospital nurse from Northern
Ireland with all the sniffles and sneezes of a very bad cold
and who constantly spread her germs to others like me by

her failure to cover her coughing and her nose blowing with

decent hankies or paper tissues. While right in front of me

at seat 68 G was a heavyset, lanky, and brooding middle-age

fellow who pushed the back of his seat almost into my face.
I finally had to ask a stewardess to tell him to pull his seat
back from blocking my ability to almost move in my own seat.
Then those babies crying and squealling during most of the

flight was like seeing a flying maternity ward with rich doting

mums all trying to outdo each other on how many baby nappies

they could change in front of us 400+ air passengers on our

longstretch Boeing 747. While behind me in the next row were
two loud male chatterboxes yabbing away in their exotic lang-

uage and then belting out their shrill bouts of inexplicable giggles
and grunts. They went on no-stop for hours. The location of my
row of seats seemed to also exclude us from getting served those

extra juices or treats, since we were either a row behind or a

row too short for the cabin stewardesses as they went by us to

always serve others. I had to wave and shout at times to get

finally an extra biscuit or soft juice that the Irish nurse next

to me thought it was then for her and not for me. As for the

loo, it was like waiting at Piccadilly Circus to cross the road

without getting trampled on by an herd of bloody tourists or

God-damn mindless foreigners. And then being forced to

wait upto 20 or 30 minutes to find a free and empty loo

while holding on like grim death at somewhere in midair

over Russia or where ever to urgently complete

one's deed of Mother Nature.

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Another thing back in Oz, I have never seen anywhere

else on how folkz seemingly spend hours waiting at each

predestrians crossing for the lights to change to green

so that they can walk on across the city street. Most

folkz stand passively even when there is no traffic

near by them. They wait and wait for the lights
to turn green while I'm about to turn red.

Safety yes, zombie conditioning no.
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And to think, by the way, that Contessa Maria had

spent almost £1,000 of her own money on buying

my Qantas ticket was a wicked shame considering

what harzard and discomfort that I went thru on

the first leg of my almost 10,000 mile airflight
just from Melbourne to Hong Kong.
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Fun Figures At

Melbourne’s Bourke Street.

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Moments before we said our "goodbyes" and our

"Merry Christmases" to each other on departing

Hong Kong, Maria had her Xmas gift already to

give to me. She insisted that I opened it before she
embarked on her LA flight for she wanted to be sure,

she said, that she had the right gift for me and that

I was indeed “grateful” for her ditigal gift of a swanky

and sophisticated brand-spanking New Dell Latitude

series laptop with its gleaming and polished finish of

silver chrome. It was my first Christmas present of

2oo8. When she asked me a few weeks ago what

I might like from her for Xmas, I timidly hinted

I’d like a laptop. She then asked me: “What’s a

laptop?” Maria was quite mystified by such a

thing. My answer to her was: “A laptop is a

compact folding computer that you can rest

on your lap, literally.” I explained such quite

gently to the Contessa without sounding at all

superior and big headed or appearing mildly

computer savvy. So, thanks again to my guardian

angel, I now have my first Dell laptop to take with

me here and there and to upload my images with-

out any problem in the future when I’m mobile

just doing this or that for my sometimes nasty

and ever critical blog … This story I am now

writing here is on my New Dell laptop, too.
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Maria's Xmas gift and my Oz Big Issue Bush Hat.

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My Christmas Greetings from
Hong Kong, Uncle Monty.
+8th Day of Advent, 2oo8.
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