Saturday 2 August
After some well-needed sleep I met up with Sayson and had a simple, late lunch of tom yam soup and mee goreng at the brand new Ritz Carlton. I had an inkling to check out the bar upstairs and was totally blown away by the incredibly cosy and authentic cigar and whisky bar named after Winston Churchill. I'd be baaack.
Checked out the China marketing head office (very nice) and went out with a cartonful of premiums, though not without sitting in the lobby for a while and eating the restrictive procedures. I still don't understand how the lobby guard let us out in the end, as we neither gave him money nor the signed form he had requested.
Dropped the booty at the hotel then jumped in a cab to Nitya's apartment over in Tianhe, chilled at their place for a while and sampled some random local beers from the convenience store - Zhu Jiang didn't make me want to wretch at all! After introducing them to Flight of the Conchords we all cabbed over to Zhu Jiang Xin Cheng, the brand spanking new area, where a friend of theirs was soft launching a smashing Indian restaurant, all built from scratch.
Following a bottle of SA wine and a Heineken there, we met up with Sayson again at the Churchill Bar, where I indulged in a rusty nail with great delight! The place had so much leather, so many cigars, and such great service - I think I really must be getting old. After a simple but yummy late night dinner I bid Nitya and Ashwin farewell and headed to a final destination, a local nightclub with Translate artwork up, a black guy rapping in Chinese, and lots of people drinking Tiger. That took me to the logical conclusion of another dawn cab ride home, a few hours sleep, getting back on the plane the next day and drinking my way back to Singapore. Healthy.
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