When we flew to
The lobby was devoid of thick carpets, uniformed staff and string music at teatime. A large packing crate on its side on the bare, concrete floor served as the reservation desk.
I shuddered, but when we were shown to our room, the past
returned. By just the good fortune of timing, Lulu and I had been given a suite
overlooking the Bund and the
After three enjoyable days we had checked out and were heading for the airport. The standard crowd surrounded us and the taxi.
As we pulled away from the curb, our room boy ran out of the hotel and chased us. He was frantically waving something.
Lulu had forgotten a pair of her panties. The Chinese roared with laughter.