Riding the Bus between Guangzho and Zhuhai, I can really believe that
the road to the airport is more dangerous than the flight itself. Let
me just put it this way: I'll be very happy to get off this bus
alive. The scenery, changing from city skyscrapers encased in bamboo
scaffolding to banana plantations to enormous carp ponds, compensates
somewhat for the suicidal tendencies of our driver. It reminds me of
the abbreviation "S.A.B.E.N.A. = such a bad experience, never again!
Things, as you can see, have started to get really eventful. The
concert last night was wonderful, the soloist much more than just a
reliable partner- I can say the same for the orchestra as well. We
played chamber music with a large format- it was super. Mario had the
audience eating out of his hand when he became "Der Rosenkavalier" and
distributed bouquets - and not just his own- to selected ladies of the
audience. They all went crazy with delight: I think we'd still be
sitting in the hall playing encores if Mario hadn't thrown us off the
stage on time.
Unfortunately, or maybe not, I headed back to the hotel for some quiet
time so I missed out on an extraordinary display of aquatic creatures
( both dead and alive) at the restaurant where the orchestra was
invited after the concert. I was soon joined at the hotel bar by some
refugees from the same party, for whom the sight of live maggots ready-
to-eat was just too much. It must have been a very authentic exerience.
Next stop, Zhuhai. If we survive this bus ride. This time, don't just
cross your fingers for me- say ten "Hail Marys" too.
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