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Post by Raoul Duke on Feb 12, 2006 0:57:02 GMT 7
My much-beloved-for many-years Yenny just brought me some stationery she kyped from the hotel on her overnight visit to Hangzhou (see Beggar's Chicken thread in the photo album). The name of the hotel in English, and I swear to God that I am not making this up or embellishing it: The Poking Hotel. And to think that I missed it...  Oh, wait, for you skeptics: here it is!  |
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Post by gengrant on Feb 12, 2006 1:06:10 GMT 7
okay, Raoul, are you making jokes at the "expense" of penniless monarchs now? Po' kings need a place to stay too... oh, you meant...  |
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Post by George61 on Feb 12, 2006 5:31:27 GMT 7
 Some people ALWAYS have their minds in the gutter!
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Post by Dr. Gonzo on Feb 12, 2006 10:27:09 GMT 7
Remember the Fuk Mi seafood restaurant that was our photo some time back?
Same owners.
Now, if you say the hotel's name properly, its going to be "Poor King", which I'm sure is much less offensive. Hey, wait a minute!
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Post by Raoul Duke on Feb 12, 2006 15:21:14 GMT 7
Bullpoo. I think there's a lot of poking going on there!
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Post by Newbs on Feb 13, 2006 2:24:58 GMT 7
Wait a minute, Raoul. I checked my old map of Hangzhou, and this hotel is over in the eastern part, near the Hangzhou East Railway Station. You reckon there'd be some poking going on in a hotel near a railway station? Next thing you'll be telling me that they hire rooms out by the hour!
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Post by Raoul Duke on Feb 13, 2006 8:55:47 GMT 7
Seems logical to me.
It is indeed near the East Station...chosen remotely for that very quality. Yenny say the hotel was nice enough but that the neighborhood was awful. No restaurants, shops, etc. for 50 nautical miles in any direction. So probably a lot of short stays...
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Post by Ruth on Feb 13, 2006 9:06:20 GMT 7
Well, after my two weeks of language study, I can tell you with some authority that the middle character in the letterhead means 'big'. You guys can make of that what you will. Our hotel in Shijiazhuang had the same character, but it translated 'grand'. Guess it depends what part of town you are in  |
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Post by Raoul Duke on Feb 13, 2006 14:18:54 GMT 7
Or whether you are the Poker or the Pokee.  |
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Post by Dr. Gonzo on Feb 13, 2006 14:40:57 GMT 7
Or, using correct pronunciation, the porker or the porkee.
Pork swording was a favorite, if occasionally hazardous, pastime of mine when younger.
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Post by Kurochan on Feb 13, 2006 18:49:30 GMT 7
I knew people in Hong Kong who lived in either Luk Fuk Gardens or Ho Fuk Gardens -- I forget which one it was.
But the title of the post reminds me of a story: Once when I lived in Shenzhen I went to a blind massage parlor. I was being massaged when I heard this guy enter the room next to mine. Whenever the masseuse came in he started yelling at her to leave, and then started shouting to the other customer in the room with me, "Hey, are you from Harbin? I'm from Harbin," etc., etc. The man with me was like, "Man, he's drunk. This is really embarrassing," so when the drunk kept talking, finally my masseuse yelled over the barrier that the other man in the room with me was sleeping. The drunk man went on shouting this and that, yelling whenever a masseuse entered the room. Then we heard snoring. Then we heard explosive vomiting noises, and the sound of puke splashing onto the ground from waist height (the height of the massage table). It was horrible enough for me with the sound and the stink of bai jiu, but even worse for the blind people who almost passed out from the smell. Then we heard the guy fall off the massage table, and go SPLAT down into his own vomit.
At that point, my masseuse was like, "Let's get out of here," and we went down the hall to another room. I heard the cleaning girl wail in disgust as she was sent into the room to clean up. Then I asked my massuse what exactly the the drunk man's deal was, and what he was shouting about. She said he had wandered into the massage parlor believing it was a hotel, and that's why he was yelling whenever anyone entered a room. I couldn't understand him because his voice was too slurred, but she said he was yelling things like, "I don't want a xiaojie. I just want to go to sleep! Get out of here! What kind of hotel is this, anyway!"
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Post by Newbs on Feb 14, 2006 2:15:52 GMT 7
I might have mentioned this already but there's a road in Hong Kong called Man Fuk Road. The locals are all Cantonese speakers, so it's lost on 'em a bit, but they're used to tourists taking photos of the sign.
But anyway, back to hotels.
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Post by con's fly is open on Feb 14, 2006 18:03:12 GMT 7
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Post by Kurochan on Feb 15, 2006 18:40:40 GMT 7
Shanks! It's one of my "golden memories" of Shenzhen! Ah ... I love that city!  |
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Post by con's fly is open on Feb 16, 2006 17:46:45 GMT 7
I'll never hear the word "splat" without this story roring through my psyche.
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Post by gengrant on Feb 18, 2006 21:52:30 GMT 7
and to quote another great philosopher, Smokey Robinson,  |
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Post by woza17 on Feb 24, 2006 3:49:42 GMT 7
Kurochan that was a great story. THE smell of baiju is bad enough but mixed will vomit.
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