G'morning suds my friend: Coffee? Peking, sigh how did you know that I was reminiscing about Peking? I was remembering just how nice it was to just float along in a Rickshaw in a warm spring morning heading for the Forbidden city for a quiet day. Everything was still quiet, Later, of coarse, they would make up for it.

I loved strolling around in it completely by myself, studying China's past. It was fascinating, I was actually touching things that I had only heard of as a kiddie. The past came alive for me. I usually ate my lunch under the solitary small tree where the last of the Mings hung himself ( with assistance ? ) on Coal Hill.

I spent hours inside of the Royal Museum, picking up and handling priceless objects.

Of course in the evenings, I would head for the night club where my gal friend Tonie- a white Russian - sang. Yep, she was beautiful also. sigh.

As for Aussie landia, the nearest that I ever got to her was New Caledonia. From there it was north to Japan and China.

I still haven't really scrounged that cuppa coffee from Jim, but there is always tomorrow. One can always hope.

Hmm, how about a vote from the share holders here, should Jim finally give me that long overdue cuppa coffee?

Don Jose de La Mancha