The work front has been a grinder for the last couple weeks in Lagos. Friday was a real marathon day. Up @ 4am getting stuff organized for travel (see below) and doing last-minute prep for some major work activities. Hit the office @ 8am for a non-stop blur of work activities (interviewing candidates, negotiating big capital project components, getting business plans ready for shareholder review).
This went on until 5:30pm when we hopped in the car (with security) to race out to the airport to catch a 9:00pm flight. Simon masterfully maneuvered through some nasty Lagos rush hour traffic and got us to the airport in time to catch the Emirate Air flight to Dubai (8 hour flight), with onward connection to Hong Kong (9 hour flight).
I’m traveling with the CEO, CTO and Director of Products, meeting with a major strategic vendor. Even though I sleep decently on planes, this was a real grinder of a day.
We arrive, on schedule, in Hong Kong @ 9:30pm Saturday, and go directly to a business social function with some Chinese colleagues.
As I write this, it’s 12:30am Sunday in Hong Kong. A nice shower feels good. Starting to relax a bit.
Phone rings. It’s a call from one of my Chinese colleagues asking if I’d like to have a ‘Chinese Massage’. He can have the masseuse come up to my room now. I’m certain this isn’t the sport massage my legs really need after running 5 x 1000m intervals Thursday morning with the Ikoye running club. So I decline, diplomatically.
My logic in deciding what is acceptable is that if I can’t explain it to wifey, I probably shouldn’t be doing it…..and that’s the category Chinese massage fall into.
Sans massage, I hit the email bag to see what lurks. Nothing too serious, so why not post something to the blog – since my body doesn’t know what day or time it is!!!
We’re staying at the ultra posh Intercontinental, right on Hong Kong Harbor. Here’s a night-time view from my 11th floor room.
Not sure if you can detect the stunning view out the window of my hotel in Hong Kong.
Planning to try for a little shut-eye once this is posted, then get up for a nice run along Hong Kong harbor in the morning. Work starts @ 9:30am.
By then, I hope to have detected what day it is…….
I alwasys wondered what a “Chinese” message was…now I know!
Comment by Bryant — December 7, 2010 @ 9:47 pm
….and there are ‘Chinese whispers’. These are the things than somehow get back to wifey, usually blown up way beyond the truth. She’s got sensors around the globe sending her the details of everything I say, and everything I do….. ;-D
Comment by murrayglobal — December 8, 2010 @ 2:11 am