The main thoroughfare, Queen’s Road, ran along the coast, and I was immediately amazed by the relentless buzz and activity here. A diverse crowd flowed along without stopping, and cars drove ceaselessly by. Among the general flow of traffic, double-decker buses moved along in no particular hurry, but my eye was frequently drawn to the Datsun taxis: red at the bottom, silver on top, with a massive, shiny metal taximeter under the windshield.
Cindy had told me that we could meet at the closest cafe or bar to the docks. Now, as I walked through the area outside the port, my gaze ran over the delightful signs outside the buildings. These featured large and colorful Chinese characters, while there were fewer English words and these were usually smaller. Not far from the waterfront, I spotted t
