It's not that I needed this new job in the Far East.
Let me explain. At seventy five and still kicking; I had made my money, served my time, raised my kids, paid off my mortgage, got up late, joined a gym and told myself in as strict a manner as I could muster, that convential wisdom determined that I should retire.
So far, so good. Except !!
When the call came through from an old business associate to join him in a new company he had formed in Taiwan, I just concurred. No drama, second thoughts, weighing the pros and cons. Just yes. Like an experienced feline of an indulgent nature I lowered my whiskers into to cream and licked the ends for good measure.
So, fast forward one week and here I am esconsced comfortably in a hotel in Taichung, that from the outside with its pink lighting facade one might be tempted to assume was a house inhabited by fallen Angel's. A view over the street life outside, garish illuminated signs in Mandarin Chinese characters, 7 11 opposite to stock up on beer. What more could our intrepid explorer ask for?
Actually, deep down there exists a serpentine hope that this rather extreme change of location might also get the creative juices going. Not that I aspire to be another Hemingway, but at least a kick to my mortal system, potentially bodes well to loosen up sap in narrow channels.