petermcleland wrote:Thanks for that pointer...That thread contained the solution to my problem and it is completely fixed now.
That's great, Peter. If only all of life's solutions were that simple
I'm still wibbling about what to do with my AI. Being a Libran can make decisions very painful affairs! At least decisions in a virtual world are reversible, so I think I'm going to follow my first instinct and send all the pax stuff back to CLK and leave the cargo carriers using Kai Tak along with a mixture of 70s/80s/90s classic AI - whatever I can find. I'm just off to AI Aardvark to do some window shopping!
All this talk of Hong Kong, and particularly DaveB's tale of misbehaviour

, has reminded me of an amusing story. A group of us followed up our Happy Hour drinks at the Excelsior Hotel with a visit to the Kong Lau restaurant in Central - a crew favourite for it's speciality of sizzling garlic prawns. Afterwards we split up to go to nightclubs, nightcaps or whatever, but the FO and I decided to stagger back to Causeway Bay through the Wanchai girlie bar area and grab a few beers on the way. This is far more restrained than Bangkok - hostesses and topless dancers rather than the 'anything goes' culture of Patpong. We weren't looking for women, we were looking for beer with a view! We set ourselves a mission to find the cheapest beer in Wanchai served by a topless barmaid. It involved a lot of hilarious bargaining and posturing with doormen but one was eventually so desperate that he chased us down the street. "OK, OK, you have beer for $12 Hong Kong." Well, it served us right! The bar was dingy and deserted but flushed with victory and expectation we collapsed on to a couple of bar stools. A pale, skinny, po-faced, flat-chested girl wearing jeans and a cardigan came out from behind a screen and slammed a couple of bottles of of Tsing Tsao on the counter and disappeared again, leaving us on our own. When we'd finished our beers we called out for some more and she came back - still wearing the cardigan. "Isn't this a topless bar?" we asked. "Yeah, sure." "So aren't you going to take your cardigan off?", we ventured. "F**k off, Johnny! I no take my top off for $12 a beer!" We collapsed with laughter, stayed for a couple of hours and gave her a good tip for making our evening!
Ian
