He was right in front of me. He had a heavy gold chain with the face of some Asian god around his neck, was balding at the crown of his head but sported longish, slick oily hair up to his neck, peppered with grey. He wore a red polo T-shirt, close fitted to his frame and strung around his neck was some sort of plastic employee tag on his breast pocket, a mini-photo of himself printed on it. He must have been a tour guide, or perhaps a driver. He wasn’t very tall, but despite his apparent age of around 60 he looked somewhat toned and strong, but greasy at the same time. Potentially the type that got into fights if the situation called for it. Grey pants, the typical old-man suit fashion, held up by a belt. I couldn’t remember his shoes. I didn’t look at his feet. But sandals would have been fitting with the look. Continue reading →