Down Town

Festivities over, Kyle and I headed down Oxford Street again on Friday, to investigate the infamous Eastern haunt, China Town (still unconfirmed).  It was open, and there were more cars around to back up the promise of the curious, cavernous, roller door.

Every now and then a nation reinforces every negative stereotype you may have of it; when Julius gets behind a microphone, or Steve Hofmeyer gets on stage.  China's tourist dept took another hit last week as we entered their only un/official local ambassador.

The blue print for a store within the China Town complex (read warehouse) is apparently standardized.  You need a stool, a cell phone and a Mandarin speaking assistant.  When it comes to merchandise, fear not, just rack up whatever you've got.

Highlight was the electronics... room... old school TV gmaes (with 3D graphics... allegedly) for 80 bucks, portable DVD players, radio/mp3 and other... things you can plug in... or stick flash disks into.

I picked up some mementos from our trip, a 'Security' cap and two fortune cookies, which I paid 3 Land for.