12 July 2007 - Last....

It's coming to the end of my stay and I'm starting the whole nostalgic catalguing of the last time I.... eat at this place for lunch, walk down this street...taste this snack.... smell those cooking smells.... or the waft of wet leaves somehow missed by the hundreds of street sweepers...

I planned to finish early tonight but again - not possible. As I snaked my way up the dark streets at 11pm I thought of how it was nearly the last time I would see the little twinkly red lights embedded in the road at the intersection of all the side roads.

Suddenly I noticed the lights obscured. A heavy set japanese gentleman in jogging clothes was crouched in a sumo stance ahead of me in the centre of the road. An odd place to stretch I thought, as he leaned down into a long deep knee bend. Suddenly, like a spring he uncoiled and sprinted off into the darkness. It made me giggle - especially when I reached the crossing to see him walking slowly back to the starting line to repeat the process all over again.Although, it seemed to work - he certainly had achieved some impressive acceleration.

At the hotel a uniformed doorman achieved similar 0-60 speeds trying to get to the door so he could open it before I got there.

It's the little unimportant thing you know you'll miss the most....