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An irreverant view of life after SIXTY-FIVE


Zhongshan (continued)

Through the window of our room on the 21st floor, the view of the Pearl River was spectacular. Still in daylight, I spotted three cranes straight ahead, two short, one under construction and the third directly across from our full wall window.

A lot of rooftops had water gardens with fish, a zigzag walkway over the water, a Pagoda in the center on another walkway and an old-style Chinese house with a fenced and bricked, L-shaped veranda affair at one side of the house. Couldn’t guess its use. Lots of fans and air conditions, another bricked patio, some with organized, potted gardens and others bare, but swept clean. On the far right, I made out an old style boat on the Pearl River.

We were again joined by the French group during dinner. Afterwards we learned The English Group Eight would no longer travel solo. Beginning the next morning and for the remaining days of our tour, we were to share the French bus and tour guide.


  • Sauces: ketchup, hot pepper, chili paste, soy sauce, sour cream and chili sauce
  • Spare ribs
  • Sliced pork
  • Egg pancake
  • Pork with celery and carrots
  • Sweet and sour pork
  • Eggplant
  • Bacon (boiled) with celery, red peppers and snow peas
  • Rice with sliced green onions and egg whites
  • Baby Bok Choy
  • Apple strudel (in disguise)
  • Fruit plate: sliced watermelon, cantaloupe, grape tomatoes

People gathered around in the lobby to check e-mail before calling it a day. Once again, Internet was available in the lobby only. This is the spectacular chandelier in the lobby


There was a Starbucks Coffee Shop off the lobby, which opened to an outside patio. Room Service wine was 38 Yuan / about $6.30 USD per glass. A bottle, however cost 268 Yuan / about $44.65 USD.

Our room once more had a glass-walled bathroom with a pull down blind. This setup was still a mystery. Why have glass if you need the blind? Why not a regular wall instead? Not one of our tour guides gave us a straight answer when asked, which only made the whole setup even more odd.

Sue manually pulled down the shade for privacy. As we sat on our beds reading around 8:00 p.m., the whirl of a motor startled us and the shade rose. What? After playing with the buttons panel on the wall, success at last. Five minutes later, the shade rose again. Upon a second investigation, I noticed there were three buttons. If the bottom button meant down, the top one meant up, the middle one must mean hold. Down. Hold. Success! No more musical blind.

This was only a one-night stay. Bags were placed outside our doors by 10:00 p.m. and ready downstairs for the next morning’s departure at 7:45 a.m. Why not bring our bags downstairs in the morning ourselves? Anyone confused yet?

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Next on May 1, Zhongshan to  Zhuhai

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THE OWL LADY ASKS: Please help a worthy cause helping girls overcome their individual struggles

Let's CUT the Crap!:

Please read, and support young women grow to be strong and confident adults by overcoming negative issues in their lives.

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I just launched this INCREDIBLE music project called The Just, Girl. Project. It’s a movement devoted to empowering girls to embrace their passions, be blatantly honest, and to take ownership of their individual struggles, and it features my cousin Ilana’s music! Ilana is overcoming an eating disorder and her bravery inspired me to help launch this project. I believe in it with all my heart and soul and really hope you will too!

Right now we’re in the crowd-funding phase so she can launch our movement and continue to inspire girls through music and mentorship. PLEASE check out the campaign and donate if you can. Every $ counts! Whatever you guys can do to help us, we would be SO grateful!

Thanks so much for your time!

PS. We also run a branding company so if you want to donate we can also offer you our services in exchange…

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100-Word Challenge for Grownups

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Prompt for this week: …April… + 100 words



Fingers chilled, April worked her forehead hard. Will this day never end? Caramel rubbed against her ankles; she ignored him.


Urgent pounding startled them both. April froze, hand splayed at her throat. Miaow! The cat bounced into the air like a Billy goat and tore down the hall. Go away.

Curiosity won. She peered through the peep-hole. A florist’s box? She scooped the narrow box and slammed the door. Yanking off the top, she tore into the tissue. Long-stemmed white roses. Oh, Henry. April’s tears splattered the buds.

No. A drunk driver killed you. Five years, today.

“Then, who? Why?”


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Five Star Treatment – Island in the Clouds by Susan M. Toy

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On my reading list. Sounds riveting. :-)

Originally posted on Smorgasbord - Variety is the spice of life:


I am delighted to feature Island in the Clouds by Susan M. Toy, as I have actually just read the book myself and given it a five star review which I will share with you. As well as one from the esteemed M’Lord Seumas Gallacher.

I would love to feature your book or other creative work in this series and all the details you need to know are in the link.

But on with today’s Five Star Treatment.

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About the Book

The dead body in the pool is putting a serious dent in Geoff’s morning. An ex-pat property manager on the Caribbean island of Bequia, Geoff doesn’t want a spotlight shone on the secret past he left behind in Canada, but now he’s the suspect in a brutal murder. With no help from the inept local police force, he’s drawn into investigating the murder himself, to clear his name…

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Guangzhou: Day 1, Part 3 to Zhongshan

We continued on into an industrial area of Zhongshan when I noticed palms along the waterways as I had along the highway. Something beeped again at the front of the bus, but neither the driver nor our guide appeared to care. I almost laughed aloud while I observed one of the men lean into the aisle to watch the road. I couldn’t help thinking this was to make sure Mr. Li paid attention to his driving.

At a lull in the loud conversation in Cantonese, Carolyn called out to Russ from the back of the bus. Did he know what the large framed squares and rectangles of water were? Since he sat closer to the front, he raised his voice and addressed Helen, who gave a cryptic answer: fish farms. It’s difficult to tell the approximate sizes as we were not close, and looked downwards from a moving bus. My wild guesstimate is 30 by 30 or 40 feet. A tall apparatus poked out of the center of the sectioned areas and I wondered if might be some sort of filtration system.

Zhongshan Quick Facts

  • Palm trees along highway and waterway seemed strange
  • Squares / rectangles of waterways framed by grassy strips are fish farms (fish ponds)
  • Fish farm water looked clean like a lake or river, but muddy / no rocky bottom
  • These are privately run, but government owned
  • Shacks here and there not for humans habitation, but for tools and supplies for fish farms
  • Usually two, sometimes three rice crops a year
  • More about fish farming here

The French bus passed us travelling in the opposite direction. The driver pulled a wide left turn off the highway into a construction site with pipes and newly planted trees. There wasn’t much room to turn around. At last, quiet reigned and we caught up to the French bus again.  Two or three kilometers later, we reached town and managed to find our hotel as we trailed the French bus.

After lunch Sue, Lorena and her husband went shopping for a half-hour until 2:00 p.m. at outside vendors. The rest of us stood around and chatted. Helen checked on us and announced she was going to the washroom. I followed because I had no idea where to find the Happy House. She walked into the men’s washroom—not an unusual mistake—rolled her eyes and changed direction with a loud laugh. Afterwards, since there was no paper and the hand dryer didn’t work, she offered me toilet paper from her purse. I said I carried my own, but she insisted. I told her I was prepared to dance and shake my hands to dry them if necessary. This is the second time we exchanged words.

The driver and our guide continued to carry on a loud, spirited discussion. They weren’t quiet for a second. Helen kept playing with her hair, smoothing it and running her fingers through. Neither let up on whatever they were yakking about. He laughed. She continued to push at him with her voice. His knees bounced up and down. I wished he concentrated on his driving. At one point he lowered his voice, knee still bouncing and stared at her in the rear-view mirror. She kept nattering for the one and a half-hour bus ride to the hotel. Our English Group Eight kept moving deeper and deeper into the back of the bus. Sue inserted ear-plugs. Someone clapped their hands but it had no effect on the  driver and guide.

Helen moved from sitting behind the driver to the seat opposite him. Why?  At least they gave sideways glances at each other instead of talking into the rear-view mirror. I wished Mr. Li kept his eyes on the road instead.

Lily, our previous guide, had told us that Chinese people were not quiet. I thought I noticed a slight blush when she shared this information.

Helen and Mr. Li finally began a more animated conversation compared to what had sounded like murderous arguing. They smiled and sounded happier and were more relaxed, more companionable rather than combatant. Mr. Li smiled more, his voice lowered and his face became more enlivened.

Sue snoozed and I scribbled in my notebook. She had been disappointed only 30 minutes of shopping had been allowed. She managed to buy another T-shirt and was upset shopping around our next hotel may be department stores and not street vendors with whom one might negotiate a better price.

Finally, we arrived at our hotel in Zhongshan around 3:45 p.m.


Others areas in the lobby”

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Next on April 24th – Zhongshan continued

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#Read #Authors – #Copyright #Infringement #Notification…

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Best to circle our wagons on this new frontier. FYI.

Originally posted on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog:


I have been hearing from a LOT recently that more SCAM BOOK SITES are appearing online in ever increasing numbers…

What can YOU do about it?

If you are an author and YOUR book(s) are being offered without your permission – issue DMCA Notices (SEE BELOW FIRST)


It may be tempting to get books FOR FREE or at greatly reduced prices but…

They may be a click farm looking for your email

and you will be infected with a virus.




If they are on Facebook – Use Facebook’s reporting form to remove their link source from Facebook’s server.

My attorney warns me not to click on them, but to send a form letter to their server.

You can find out their server here:

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100-Word Challenge for Grownups

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The prompt this week is the picture below plus 100 words.

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A Fine Sunday

“My granddaddy worked on the docks across there. You listening, Llewellyn?”


“Where’s your mind at this fine Sunday?”

“It’s nothing.”

Zelma patted the dog. “Our one day off together and your mind’s someplace else?”

“I’ve sorting out to do.”

She backed away. “Like what?”

“Things.” He swiped a forearm across his greasy forehead. “The Rover car factory is opening soon and advertising for workers.”

“You don’t know anything about…”

“I already quit…”

“The Missus cut my hours, and soon I’ll stop altogether.”

“Don’t worry— Stop?”

“I have news. You’ll be a daddy before Christmas.”


“This ain’t the Bible.”


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