On our first night camping, we decided that a Chinese meal would be ideal for dinner. Not knowing the best places on the Gold Coast, we drove around and 'inspected' all of the local Chinese restaurants. Finally, tired and hungry, we stumbled across one that Dear Husband was determined to try out. It was run by an elderly Chinese couple and, being a Sunday night, only had a couple of tables filled. It was your typical Chinese restaurant with big fans, paper lantern light shades, etc etc.
The little old lady who served us was almost a television stereotype. She tottered around us for most of the evening and made idle conversation which, for the most part, took a strained ear to understand.
After the meals came out (which were beautiful and inexpensive, btw!), her husband (at least I presume he was), came out from the kitchen to ask us, in his delightfully thick accent, how we enjoyed our meals. He then asked us if we were on holidays and where we were from. 'Brisbane', was our answer.
'Ohhhhh', he replied. 'That not too far! I drive up there on my day off! Go to Chinatown! I get very tired!'
'Yes', I nodded, 'It can be tiresome!' I was thinking that for an old fellow his age, it would be quite exhausting.
'Ahhhh!' he answered, 'I stop at Beenleigh on my way home'.
'Oh', said me, 'To have a little rest before you keep driving?'
'No', he replied. 'To buy can of Red Bull!'
And with that tottered off back into the kitchen, cackling all the way!
Photo is of the Q1 tower...the world's tallest apartment building apparently...situated at Surfers Paradise on the Gold Coast.
