As promised, here is Laurence of Australia’s latest most recent queue posting. I have divided his queue story into three separate posts, with the next installment on Tuesday and the last on Wednesday.
Apologies again for my tardiness. I will try not to let it happen again.
Now over to Laurence:
G’day Standinginaqueue
I had hoped to win a certificate for the remotest queue but since certain people are globe trotting around deepest Africa it’s unlikely to be awarded to me. I have been doing a bit of globe trotting myself. A quick itinerary; Sydney (Australia), Guangzhou (China), Lijiang, Wenhai, Zhongdian, Lhasa (Tibet) and return, taking in Dali and Kunming on the way back to Sydney. It’s a great route to travel. A sort of backdoor entry into Tibet through the Eastern Himalayas via South West China. Most Westerners arrive in Tibet via Beijing and the new railway to Lhasa. I traveled by plane, truck, horse and bus. Anyway, to more serious matters…
My flight from Sydney into China stopped off for one night in Guangzhou, just north of Hong Kong. Having booked into the hotel, found my room, then hunted for the girl with the key, I sauntered outside into the street to see what life would offer.
They won’t let you have the key to your room. There is a young girl on each floor who lets you into it and who is always missing when you return. Perhaps they expect you to steal the bed when you book out.
A short distance from this China Southern Airways hotel, just past KFC, is a fairly large and busy bus station. Outside the people numbered millions. Inside I’m sure it was only thousands. It seemed like it. I didn’t stay long. I went in with half an idea about making a casual inquiry about something completely irrelevant. But life is so short I didn’t join any of the queues. I must say that the queues were extremely neat. Almost as if a surveyor had lined up the people with a theodolite. Outside it was absolute chaos.
