During the wine dinner I organized yesterday at the Hong Kong Jockey Club, I had my first real-life conversation in Cantonese, with a member of the club and one of his guests. It was not very elaborate, and English came to the rescue often enough, but it did the job. I was very tired, and had I been in my right mind, I probably would have not dared to use my poor skills in such a posh venue, especially with so many people around.
But the mixture of sleep deprivation, euphoria and stress probably led me to bite the bullet. I have spent the whole week in China, so I felt, what da heck… I am glad I did, as the fellows I chatted with were very pleased. The problem now is that they invited me to Gwongjau, and they’ll expect me to repeat the feast… 
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