(Back to Maymeo).
On my way back to Grace hostel, under the Purcell bell tower, I was approached by a very old man in sixties. He was tall, thin, and looked very neat. Very politely, he greeted me first and asked for my nationality. I was always respectful towards the aged, my Chinese traditional.
He invited me to a traditional teahouse for some chat. I expressed I had to go back immediately( I was not lying). And he held my hand firmly and continued: I am very sick, could you give me some money. All in a surprisingly perfect British English and very surprisingly gentle manners. I could hardly dare to look at his begging eyes. Silently shaking head, I fought away his grip and left. And another middle aged man noticed us and asked: everything ok? any problem? I smiled unfocused and thanked him: no,no problem.
The sky was blue and high. The air was crisp and a little chilly still. I went back to my room and packed within one minute. Then checked out with the sweet owner. One block away were the bus stop with many vans. I jumped on one and got charged 1500 again and found little space among passengers and many package crates for Fuji apples from China.
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