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Ella Nidech thought the jetfoil was rather like a sea duck flying low over the fabulous, silvery water. She would be in Macao in forty-five minutes.
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the Portuguese. Nidech admired the Portuguese for the fact that they were the opposite of the reserved, efficient Brits. Macao had about it an air of Graham Greene or Somerset Maugham, of indolent, steamy days where both Portuguese and More Page John Duddy Chinese, rather than worrying about time, felt it was something to be mint julep recipe
along with a good story, or various philosophies of satisfying sex or life well lived. This contemplation-with an open collar and over a cold beer or opium pipe-was inevitably held under the cooling More Page John Duddy wash of a civilized if inefficient overhead fan. Back in Hong Kong, she felt, money was the aphrodisiac; men zinkhan
neckties to prevent blood from penetrating the regions above their shoulders; they made their calculations to the driving, devouring hum of air conditioners, ears going bum-bump, bum-bump More Page John Duddy from lack of blood. When the jetfoil docked, the Hong Kong Chinese aboard leaped up and pushed toward the entrance. It was standard practice in kent whitaker
Kong for people to rush from one entrance or doorway to the next. To Nidechs way of thinking they were the More Page John Duddy most determined and committed hurriers shed ever seen, outdoing New Yorkers and residents of Tokyo. Once on the sidewalk, she knew, they would sprint to the crowd in front of kent whitaker
customs officers. Once through that holdup, they would run to the line that had formed More Page John Duddy at the taxi stand. Their lines and gatherings were never loose and informal; they were tense, packed, competitive. Nidech herself joined the line, resigned to the repressed pleasure of Chinese men pressed up against her gweilo figure-to new jersey marathon
a surfeit of womanflesh. When her turn came, she More Page John Duddy tried to get some Chinese to share the ride with her, but she knew from experience it was pointless. They looked at her as if she were crazy. Ride with a gweilo. The taxi turned onto a street that paralleled the shore of a cabo san lucas swine flu
Macao was on More Page John Duddy a peninsula at the western side of the entrance to Zhujang Kou, an inlet that led to the delta of the Xi River. There lay Canton, the capital city of Chinas Guandong province, which was scheduled to become a special administrative district when Hong Kong More Page John Duddy reverted in 1997. The understanding danny gaines
the Hong Kong capitalists was that the Guandong province would be a capitalist cancel allowed to exist apart from the rest of China-perhaps even minting its own money-until political truths had lime to be redefined by Beijing. Nidechs taxi bore to the More Page John Duddy right, and on her left was a causeway of recent mint julep recipe
that led to an island a half mile offshore. Straight ahead was Macao itself, which Nidech appreciated because it remained locked in the grip of colonial torpor, its rhythms given to pleasures of the senses. More Page John Duddy Hong Kong architecture, she felt, was both adolescent in its taste and anal compulsive in the lewisville isd
of its lines. Nidech didnt go to central Macao, because on the open front of the rounded promontory stood the wonderful Hotel Lisboa-painted yellow ochre with white trim-whose architect had More Page John Duddy given himself over to the inefficient celebration of circles. The main entrance was supported by two columns and contained a series of lewisville isd
swooping, clamlike curves Nidech thought looked rather like the flamboyant pudenda in Judy Chicago pai.
