Old world charm in comparison to the brutality of modern shopping malls and high rises that are straight. Every line and perspective is straight, curves are just too expensive.
This is a ‘Motorbike’ city. If you have a car you are a ‘God’. There are two reasons to own a car. The first is to show off that you can afford one. Your S400 AMG Mercedes saloon cannot do more than 25mph because of the swarming, crazy motorbikes. You never drive it yourself and you keep it in your front room. The second is to stay dry when it rains. You buy a car for yourself and you buy a car for the government as the ‘luxury’ tax is around 80%. Petrol is very cheap.
A young waitress has just walked into the coffee shop holding a baby. I’ve no idea whose baby it is but it’s not hers. Now all the other waitresses are crowding around the baby making ‘goooeeey’ noises. the baby is totally unimpressed. I’m guessing it’s a boy.
It’s December, the air is cooler and dryer, soon the aeroplanes will be landing from the other direction, soon Dad’s will be buying kites as the wind picks up. The air conditioning units are mainly silent at night as the temperature drops to low twenties. I’m considering wearing a coat for my morning school run on my Yamaha 155cc Variable Valve Timing NVX motorbike.
I spent yesterday reading Rory Stewart’s book ‘Place to Place’ about his trek across Afghanistan. So impressive, I watched the corresponding documentaries on YouTube last night. Possibly things would have been a lot different if he’d have made it to PM and not Boris.
Michael Caine also stayed there whilst making the film
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