The UnGuru

   I really was going to the gym today, I promise. Instead Tricia and I had a spiritual (and lucky) walk with an unguru and his son. We were on our way, ready to hit the treadmills, when we happened upon a odd looking gentleman  and his youngish son. I could tell they were lost and and he was attempting to ask directions from a Chinese policeman, and getting nowhere fast. We approached and ask the obvious, "Do you need directions?" He laughed and appeared very relieved that we were speaking English. Then we went through the song and dance of where he needed to go, how he was going to get there (first their hotel, then a simple switch to a mall) and what we could do to help. I called my friend at HR, did some research for routes and realized I couldn't help him unless we sent him off in a taxi. He seemed much more interested in going on a journey than taking a simple taxi ride, and in true Ann fashion I cheerfully obliged (meaning it was an accidental journey...I couldn't have planned that). Good thing my innate sense of direction and impervious enthusiasm was in high gear today, just sayin. 

How we found that mall I'll never know. I spent half the time listening to Yohan chatted happily about his world travels and the other half randomly turning onto side streets and hoping wildly it was the right direction. Believe me, you would not be surprised by looking at him that his is well traveled. He wore round John Lennon tinted glasses, a hat over his grizzly salt and pepper hair that ends in a twisted ponytail and his clothes were earthy colors that could only be worn by an unguru. Did I mention the Jesus sandals? Anyway he talked of the mind and how beneficial yoga is...LOL right?  His son was fairly normal looking chap, and I say chap because he had a distinct and crisp English accent. Together they made an unlikely traveling duo, but I bet they have the most wild experiences as they jump from country to country. We had a most pleasant hour with them, as I guessed on each street corner which way to go, but they seemed unfazed as we wound through side streets, sketchy neighborhoods and perilous traffic. Somehow I found that mall, and I sighed a heavy sigh of relief and we joyfully parted ways. Mom, you would've been so proud, I regained some family honor today and I didn't even hardly use technology!

My sense of helpfulness (and direction) were boosted healthily today, and I'm all for meeting people like this on a normal basis.

Also, my job I might just have to talk to people primarily, and clean secondarily. Cleaning also takes a back seat when Westerners are around. Imagine my devastation!