26
Peeing In Public
Taoyuan Airbase. We rolled to a stop at the entrance – a large gate with foreboding signs and stern guards with German shepherds and mirrors on sticks to check for car bombs.
Philippe wound down his window and spoke in English. “General Yu is expecting us.”
The guard in charge of talking scanned a list attached to a clipboard. “Nothing on schedule,” he said as one of his mates shone a high-powered torch inside the car, trying his best to blind me.
“Out of car, please,” Clipboard said, opening Philippe’s door.
Su wound down his window. He barked something in Chinese. The guards snapped to attention and saluted, the colour draining from their faces. I could swear, even the sniffer dogs sharpened up. Clipboard grovelled, bowed and shouted for the gate to be opened.
