On Being Aged in Hong Kong
Respect for the aged reminds me of Hong Kong where I offered proof of my age for my Octopus pass only to be told that that wouldn't be necessary. On jokingly saying that I didn't think I looked that old the young lady said that I didn't look old I looked like someone to be respected for their seniority. I just love the people of Hong Kong!
On meeting the German Police
The first time we went to Germany (we being my wife and I and our two sons who were then still knee high to a grasshopper) we went by car. It was getting towards dusk when we arrived on the outskirts of Braunschweig (Hannover) prior to entering the then heavily guarded transit route through the DDR (Deutsche Demokratische Republik) generally called East Germany. Berlin (our destination) was too far to travel that night and we decided to find a hotel. Unfortunately we hadn't anticipated that and didn't know our way round once we left the autobahn. So we stopped at a police post. As we pulled up an immaculately dressed police officer in a 'different' uniform emerged from a police Porche carrying a machine gun in one hand and a brief case in the other and went inside. Rather apprehensively I followed and was met by a sergeant at the desk. I told him in my faltering German that we needed a hotel and asked if he spoke any English. "Nein" came the immediate response "aber ich spreche sehr gut Deutsch.". And with that he beckoned me to follow and we got a police escort to a nearby hotel where he explained everything, made sure we were settled in and promptly disappeared.