Wednesday, 26 August 2009
Hope it all pays off
We wandered past the flamingo window in the twilight and a china man, watching us cautiously, planted a device beneath the black wheel bins that set off torrents of steam rolling in to the sky. He nodded in our direction, so we knew to keep it hush hush.
Like a mysterious vacant firework display we watched mystified, listening to the hiss. And he watched us with a furrowed brow, willing us to get gone.
We left the scene not quite knowing what we'd witnessed,