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Setting up for such exhibitions is however hard work. Prior to any exhibition starting, the setting up of the stands, the installation of the machinery or computer equipment to be demonstrated is normally a chaotic experience. Empty pallets lie everywhere, ripped cardboard boxes are strewn across the walkways, forklift trucks are frantically beeping their horns as they navigate around the tight bends inbetween opposing stands. Then there’s the drilling, the sawing, the shouting, and all sorts of commotion taking place until each and every stand has been completely set-up. The stand next to the one I was working on was also representing an English company, based somewhere in Yorkshire. I got quite friendly with the people on that stand who were also staying in the Hilton hotel. “Have you been to the Hard Rock Café yet?” they asked - apparently it was just around the corner from the hotel. “No” I replied cautiously – well it was a strange way of saying hello if you ask me. “We’re going there tonight for a meal if you want to join us.” “Yeah sure” I replied, “mind you I’ll be wearing my football top.” I always took with me my Sunderland football strip and whenever the occasion was right would wear it and teach those I met about the “red and white” cause. I’d also tell them how “black and white” the colours of Sunderland’s rivals - Newcastle United - was evil (I know I’ve already said words to that affect, I guess I’m merely emphasising the point to you that’s all). “Well if you’re wearing your Sunderland top, I’ll be wearing my Leeds top,” said one of the lads from Yorkshire. So there we were later that night talking football and arguing about which team has had the greater glory and whose got the best stadium and best supporters and so on - all good natured banter! Instead of a burger I opted for pizza inside the Hard Rock Café before buying a souvenir T-shirt for myself and a teddy bear for my eldest daughter - or was it for my wife? You’ll have to ask her as she claimed it when I got back home much to the dismay of my eldest daughter! Most evening’s I’d alternate between eating with the lads from Yorkshire, thus fast food, and my Chinese companions, thus local cuisine and initially I’d have to ask for a knife and fork, as I couldn’t master the use of chopsticks. By the end of my stint in China however, I’d become a dab hand at using chopsticks. I had the ability to turn them on the tips of my fingers, like a spinning basketball and could pick up any item of food no matter how big or small or slippery! I love Chinese food, so to taste the real thing was a wonderful experience. Continued On Next Page (stand, Page 3) ... AUTHOR: P D Han  TAGS: Travel big mac pizza fast food life BOOKMARK: Digg it | Add to Del.ICIO | Add to FARK ACTIONS: Comment Save Print Register free acount  |
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