Guys come, guys go. Just a blink of eyes, time has flashed to the dazzling year-end festival. Clock is ticking, but season remains the same. Ok, technically, it’s winter. But except the 20 minutes of artificial snow at the gate of Pavilion, I still can’t recall what has passed in each season. And what’s coming new? Dear, totally forgot the time in this relaxing country. Optimistic or tragic for a single senior pretty?

Ok, back from this desperate tone, although my new year wish is as simple as, Mickey or Vampire, whichever you presents me, God. I’d rather do bookkeeping of daily fun entries instead of preying meat balls falling from the heaven.

• Entry One: HK, definitely City of Desire.

Gotta admit this started too early, since it was just November. But hey, it was HK, and it was around my birthday, and I did have good reasons to soothe myself no matter from messed-up work or being-dumped-again relation. So what could I do? Sweaters? Check. Dress? Check. And last but not least, handbag? Check. When you are enjoying the speed on a wide straight highway, it’s pretty hard to brake the enthusiasm, which trails me back to KL’s Prada, M.A.C., Bobbi Brown and Ted Baker. Poor bank saving statement reminds me of the clutch, at least.

Conclusion: the junior seldom plays cards according to rules, so hard to tell what’s gonna happen until the last minute, especially when she has gotta a Show-Hand mentor. Double check!

• Entry Two: Rouge my dark night, darlings.

Can’t remember when I set up an album named Sinful Confession on my face book. While I’ve been keeping it empty till now, one of my darlings has recorded all the stuff truly and fairly. Night-out girls, nocturnal little animals. All those narcissi postures around X’mas trees in KLCC and Pavilion, mild and creamy Irish beer or White beer recently missed, MY’s final alternative of shiny red Prada after her sexy truth-or-dare dancing on her birthday, HH’s enlightening courses on make-up and even the hair style, astonishing apple shape breast caught in Illy Café, and shame to mention that just-eating-plate-after-plate expatriate mingle. After all, all those kisses recording pictures uploaded to each space reminded me of different colors beyond KL’s darkness.

Conclusion: when three of us are walking together, I’m sure to have a teacher. Not to mention there are Four! Cashmere Mafia? Kinda.

• Entry Three: A state of trance, you made it!

I do remember once caught a sight of this amazing guy’s dj’ing somewhere on TV, didn’t understand why people were acting crazy until I’ve been on live of his KL gig. Rebellious beat, progressive rhythm, soul-infused melody, climax vocal, how could you control not to shiver? Armin Van Buuren, he plays the music beyond the set form. Still build-breakdown-anthem, but no vivid element is imprisoned any more. Later I found even Chinese Erhu has been remixed naturally into ASOT 2008. He indeed presents the state of trance, deserving the title of artist. When I pushed my way through the sweating crowd to his DJ booth underneath, there was, white relaxing shirt embossed with flowers, soft intoxicating smile staying at the corners of the mouth, a man with everything under control. No serious frown, no cool silhouette, sometimes he simply raised hands enjoying a moment with fans.

Conclusion: “This is just what I really want. It’s not just love for music, it’s my passion.”   Quoted from this lovely 3 times world No. 1 DJ.  Yes, the next morning, I enrolled the annual dinner singing contest, revealing a bit of my passion on my own stage.

As Pavilion has set up the whole scenario of Santa Claus driving the group of flying deer, KLCC installing the residential yard with those dazzling X’mas trees, we have no way to escape being reminded that another peak season is coming.  Yes, look at what’s written on the shop windows.  Season sale, no?  Oh, discount labels already risen up along shelves!  Or those specially friendly sales assistants are eager even desperate to release the astonishing good news to you: “That one is 50% off, Ma’am.”

Feel like winning a lottery?  BCBG’s dresses are 20-70% off, lucky if you find your own size.  Versace’s 50%-off wallets and party purses, pink, white, purple, even black, lamb skin or calf leather whatever you like.  That adorable and elegant Lola from Loewe survives standing on the 20%-off shelf after the VIP Only Day, indicating  the harsh scale shrink of VIPs?  And we don’t believe there won’t be further markdown by Marc Jacobs according to its past performance.  So, pretties, let’s prey for the items we’ve thrown money on earlier are Genuine Signature Classics, or else it’s alike a bad choice of investment in the security market.

It’s economic recession, it’s common folks’ lives off from practically unaffordable luxuries, it’s time to have some savings.  But the devil whispers aside, “Come on, it’s still too early for any new year resolution!”

A senior told me today, “ Being a shopaholic has a long way to go.”  So, girls, what’s in your mind?  

      湖北十堰的武当山，是道教的圣地，海拔1600多米。在夏季和秋季我都都去过，那时还没缆车，全是一步一个台阶地爬上去，上到最高的金顶，然后顺着狭隘的小道原路返回山脚下。

      这次上武当山，正值初冬，十堰山城在我没去的前二天已下过一埸大雪，本月13号气温有所上升。待到14日时，只是阴天，从住处出发汽车大约行使四十分钟就到了武当山的山门，感觉气温比十堰市内低了好几度，时隔几年，刮目相看，变化不少，山门变得高大气派了，武当山的山名刻在石壁上，既显眼又夺目，踏进了山门见到左右两边新盖的金、银两条街，没来得及细看，导游就嚷嚷着大伙集中到上山的缆车剪票口，此时只见天空漂着零星的雪花，感觉一丝丝寒意入浸身体，打了一个冷颤，挨着身边的一位男勇士，身上未着棉袄，没过多久脸上由白转青，还是执意上山。我身上穿着羽绒服，感觉可抗寒，上到武当山顶应该不成问题。当我们坐上缆车时，看见左右前后的山头上已积上厚厚的一层白雪，银装素裹，一派北国风光。此时已感觉到身上保暖衣作用甚微，难以抗住这一波又一波的寒气，越往上升越感到身上的着装单薄，悬在半空四面透风的缆车上，雪花无孔不入，散发在我们身上，点缀衣服的色彩，净色衣服变成了花衣裳了。熬了20多分钟到达山上的缆车站，手脚开始僵硬不听使唤了，对拍照毫无兴趣，随身携带的相机只好暂时休息。此时有人打了退堂鼓，有几个上了年纪的、还有几个没穿上棉衣的男“勇士”，终于抗不住了，打道下山，好象专门是来乘坐索道过瘾似的。我本想也要下山的，但经不住别人的劝说，鼓起勇气，只好继续前行，一步一个台阶，一步一个脚印，艰难攀登，走走停停，平时只有20几分钟的山路，这回可耗了个把小时，终于登上了武当山山顶——金顶。站在山顶上，听到北风呼啸，卷着雪花满天飞舞，除看到天上、地面及周围一片白茫茫之外，啥也看不清楚。与我一道上来的林莉，说要我帮照张相，我人都有点站不稳，头上的帽子也吹落到地上，幸好大脑反映没迟钝，赶快府下身子检帽子。虽然处境不利，不好拒绝，麻木的双手也得工作一会，不求照好，只要有个人影记录到此一游罢了。只有五步的台阶既可登上金顶的那块小平地，林莉上去亮完了相，下台阶时，有一只脚刚落在第二个台阶上，只听到扑通一声，林就滚到了我的脚边，我笑着对她说，才向金顶的菩萨磕头作揖，心这么诚也没保佑一回，我问她是否交了供钱，回答说没交，那就怪不得菩萨了。她坚持让我也上去照一张相，只好照办。谁知在下台阶时，尽管小心翼翼，因手脚不听使唤还是在那滑倒了。没过多大一会，只听见扑通一声又是一个滑倒了。我是一向不在佛地下跪磕头的，就当是向菩萨虔诚一回吧！俗话说：上山容易下山难。本带了一双手套忘了带上山，只好赤着手拉着路边的安全栏杆铁环扣，一点也没感觉到铁环扣的冰冻，跟着一帮人侧着身横着步，如似螃蟹一步一步地挪动，还时刻当心我上头的人不小心往下滚，所以要牢牢抓住安全环扣，有关生命悠关大事不能掉以轻心，费了九牛二虎之力，才返回下山的索道口，赶紧下山为妙。山顶那般严寒都挺过来了，下山的索道这一关能算个啥，拿着相机在半空中咔嚓咔嚓了好几张，管它是个啥，照了再说。安全着陆山下大门。

      这一趟上山之行，有点狼狈不堪，有惊有险，虽然没折断胳膊和腿，但留下了摔伤的痕迹。此次登山可概括一为句话：记忆深刻。也算当了一回“英雄”，至少可说有一定的毅力吧！

昨晚才听说什么叫“兰州烧饼”，不想有jj更out，“车震门”也未耳闻---虚浮的年代还能安安稳稳地活在自己的桃花源里，谁说这种不入时不是令旁人羡煞的洒脱呢？

稍晚darling哭诉机缘的失之交臂。不过同样的动机，有人坚决地执行了，再撞上个天时地利，也许人和的因素更多，她得到了。金牛的darling是很有执行力的，不用我深入安慰，头像的哭脸还没挤出第二批眼泪时，她开始研究米国visa的课题了。从她身上我学到对今后影响最深重的应该是：想去哪里旅游，就要坚决地move into action. 所以，darling加油！相信那一个月也是你的“天时地利人和”。

同样的另一个darling在遥远的阿曼拍白色和蓝色的世界：房子是白的，天是蓝的，游泳池是透明的蓝的，那片天地的风景就是那么的单纯？在我感官肤浅地领略了几张照片之后（七张？八张？），头脑里居然冒出RGB分别是多少的参数这样理工的问题---@#￥%……&

然后和一支烟同学自虐地用花开的速度传照片。在绿色进度条有显示后的约半小时后突然断了，第一个反应是“他肯定没像我这么虔诚地祷告千万别断网”。看在他comments我的文字slight & soft的份上，不责怪这个无辜的人啦。（虚荣心对senior single的效果真是与日俱增啊~）不过S开头的词，果然有几个我很钟意，譬如sexy, 譬如sophisticated, 譬如sleek，或者---是stupid? superficial? selfish? 哎，真是 所想 VS. 所得。奈何脑子是自己的，嘴巴是别人的呢？阿Q一下未尝不可，频率高点儿也不犯法嘛。

我肯定又做了一晚上乱七八糟的梦，唯一记得的是把自己拇指的指甲折断了，还是巨长的一截！有点恐怖的意思了。于是很早醒来决定修剪指甲、涂指甲油，又有点神经错乱的意思了。不过我要这么干，而且决定去泳池边这么干！谁叫我爱KL的艳阳天呢？某darling还在phuket的travel agent店里利用侃价的当儿涂指甲油，向闲情逸致学习！

5、6年前的下龙湾之行，感觉没出国门，仍是我央央中华广西省某县下的一自然风光区。这次来了河内，更像是回了国内某县城：歪歪倒倒的居民区，熙熙攘攘的小道上尽是横冲直撞的摩托，零落的小店不时又冒出有品的室内装潢，还有门面虽小，貌似洞府很深的酒吧阳台上坐着的怡然自得的法国佬。每篇游记中都要吹嘘的“东方与西方的自然融合”，最妙的是有篇文章用了“encapsulate”，感觉很贴切。亦贬亦褒的说，这种融合是有人为硬伤的，但是经历了这么多年的消化又“自然”了，于是镜头记录的就是如下的样子：

市中心的还剑湖，门牌上刻着中文的对联，10K VND的门票，主要建筑是一烧香的小庙，好像中间连菩萨都没供。大家在网上search到的多半是湖中央一小塔，或者黄昏时情侣们倚偎湖边长椅的照片。我的这两项尝试估计都得大动手脚才值得大家正眼瞧瞧了。

感兴趣的是公园附近的小街，有买手工艺的，有买丝绸制品的，还有A货店：爱马士的丝巾几乎家家必A，还碰到一家装修颇具建筑杂志推荐的纽约精品店风格：3层楼，门面很小，摆放确很大气，试了一条Moschino的A货，材质做工都不错，可惜版型没A到家，这点还得向新加坡的Blum家学习学习。

门面大过银行的CK内衣店，其它地儿，我还没见识过。（左一）

颇有国际一线品牌气势的本地服装店（左二），座落在下图这种菜市场一样的巷子里。还有三步一亭的小画廊，室内灯光照出与邻家肮脏破旧的居民楼截然不同的高雅温馨。而路人头顶仍是遮天敝日的蛛网般的电线。

越南女孩多数苗条，生了孩子的俨然还是少女的身材。服装也多有腰翘，偶有欧式紧身连衣裙，看着很可人，价格合人民币要1000多。

我比较感兴趣的还是看看这些手工艺品。听朋友说，越南的传统服饰都是量身定做的，腰身、袖筒掐得很紧。貌似左图这种裙裾飞扬，露出贴身内衬而倾身垂颔的姿势颇有东方的性感。darling们不妨下次效颦。

至于面具，我更有小小的癖好。各国对它的演绎都大相迳庭，时而古朴，时而神秘，时而原始，时而狰狞。

走到巷子的尽头，看到了河内的天主教堂。

外墙貌似遭过火，室内正在布道，由于是越南语，我又悻悻的钻了出来。发现教堂的彩窗都很富丽堂皇，宗教肃穆的气场在诵经声中弥漫。

  傍晚由越南通Daisy MM带着去吃当地米粉。一点也不腻的肉，酸甜的汤汁，不需要滚水烫就能吃的米粉，还有一大盘生鲜的薄荷叶、鱼腥草。店面越脏，味道越正！生意好到差点等桌子。一个人的份量够两人吃，最后把几乎没动的春卷打包带走了，明天的早餐，嘿嘿！

K问我这次回家，看到母亲如何，这算是流水账的总结报告了。

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美食篇：

回来前的电话里，老妈就为她最近突飞猛进的厨技造势了。平日从小区餐厅必点的清蒸鲈鱼，她坚持要亲自操刀，结果上盘一看---果然有太子轩的大师风范。我一个人一餐干掉了1斤多的鱼，从头到尾不记得拍照留着下次望梅止渴了。接着又是自调卤水做卤鸡翅、卤香干、卤海带。第二餐就是做得像西点一样精致的酿苦瓜，塞上肉，还每个上盖一朵香菇，淋上高汤，出炉时再撒上胡萝卜末点缀。好看得不忍下手。因为馋花椰菜，于是又有后面几天花椰菜配盘的孜然鸡翅和木须肉，一律摆得像花儿一样的端上桌。吃的是拳拳的爱心。

朱自清描写父亲蹒跚地翻栅栏的情景，读书时总不解何处动人。现在看着每盘菜的特写照片时，突然想起她在厨房里一人忙活的执着。天下父母心，如果我们拿出了一半的投入回报。

农活篇：

母亲大人的辣椒丰收了！一阳台全是辣椒，一不小心折断一只，她拿着胶布、塑料绳的接了半天，翼翼的样子仿佛托着自己孩子脱臼的胳膊。摘了不知道多少篮子，于是第二天拉着我蹲在地上串辣椒，串了4大串！末了又翻出在江苏买的蜡染衣服，在家扮“辣妹子”自娱自乐，老少两疯子，照了几十张，自个儿颁个“金钟傻妞奖”。当晚又给辣椒施肥，被我不小心开了阳台门，顿时臭了半屋子！

过两日，拉着我去江夏区的乡下田间曝晒。本来说是去植物园摘摘猕猴桃的，结果一车拖到荒郊野外的某华农瓜果基地：先是挖红薯，挖完紫薯，挖甜薯。两亩田翻出100多斤；然后又去摘猕猴桃，别人看着果子就摘，我们娘俩特挑剔，非选大的、软的，结果被管理员没收，说我们摘了他们的实验品种，一共就半袋，还被没收一半！等到去柑橘园摘橘子时，老妈索性从园主摘好的篮子里选了几斤，而我躲在院门口的值班房里歇凉。后来他们还去捡板栗，留我一人在田间看果实，一等就是一个小时，田里算是上相的都照了，路边的野花都没放过。因为满手都是粘了苕液的黄土，周围的柑橘、猕猴桃也无心偷吃了。

汇友篇：

豆子秀了微微的专线号，立马主动招供：婚了。末了还不忘“拖人下水”，说YY是我们寝室第一个。结果下午聚会，“返老还童”的YY大笑这个被传得铁证如山的冤案。谈起南三门外打造的光谷步行街，两位说有中信银行卡购票10元一张；当年觉得奢侈的标榜，招商信用卡有VIP折扣；吃个寿司，两人拿出VIP卡VS学生卡；第二日的绿茵阁又是金卡又是积分升级。两人钱包里的两摞各式各样的卡，看得偶叹为观止：只有我没想到的，没有她俩没有的。

从前连卡拉OK包房都不进的微微，居然主动提出要去酒吧。当然，她的武汉Salsa之梦，还得待几年了。只是沿着江滩压过一圈后，也看不出个像样的酒吧。最后拖她俩去了从前常去的波尔图。他们家又换装修了，还有了二楼的包房，live band就是个主唱兼DJ，放的碟还各大门派都露一嗓子，不足3分钟的house，刚刚找到发抖的感觉，转儿又不知是哪国哪调的歌了。点了一缸五颜六色的试管，纯属好看，没喝出酒精的味道。

听到微微美国巡游的奇闻，惊得脱颔一半，博客上却一点没显山露水。难怪她回国后一直感叹“不好玩”，YY就不时提点一句“微微变了”。

其实我们都变了，其实我们又都没变。

Sarah told me it seems i’ve always been enjoying my current life.  Nothing is taken for granted, but i am indeed fortunate to witness so many amazing natural beauties, with health, and supporting wealth.  So, after being lazy of words after almost a month, i forced myself to put fingers on the keyboard to key in something.  Life is not all about diving, so is my log.

Perhentian, about 1 hour of boat transfer from Besut Jetty of Terengganut on the east coast of west Malaysia.  The name of the islands means A Place to Stop.  But actually we were not sure which one to stop as Perhentian is made up of 2 islands.  Larger one is named Perhentian Besar, meaning Big in Malay, major part of which is uninhabited and undeveloped, apart from the resorts on its western and south-western beaches.  We stayed at Perhentian Kecil, the smaller one, as the accommodation booking from Senja Bay Resort was our last choice.  Good thing is that it’s just neighboring to a Padi 5 star diving center and the resort offers air-conditioned chalets instead of the terrible narrow and tiny simple divers’ accommodation i had suffered in Tioman.   Bad thing is that, the front beach is lined with scattered pieces of coral and shells.  i couldn’t be more fortunate as i got back with just a few scratches at the first afternoon we arrived there, when we were still so innocent and ignorant of what’s lying beneath that turquoise blue mirror.  And LZ had gotten bleeding ankle when he struggled out of the waves.

In all, an easy and useful map to make your accommodation choice on either of the islands: http://www.perhentian.com.my/

Each day, we walked through the jungle along the footpath inland to cross over from east part the island to the other, taken about 10 mins.  Luckily, i enjoyed the trekking, rays through the green leaves, scattered shining spots on Floria, LZ’s random snaps, and my unreasonable fetish of the graceful coconut tree at the end of the footpath:

All of the efforts were just for Long Beach, that powdery white sandy beach facing the crystal-clear water.  It’s on the west coast of Perhentian Kecil, where we were demonstrated by sexy coach, Zara M., about how to posture the ache series from forehead to stomach to knee.  For more details of the demonstration, pls visit www. #$%^&*.  You are supposed to figure it out if you are acquainted with that mysterious and low-profile Zara.  So hard to catch her, anyway.

Swimming, canoeing, snorkeling, sunbathing, apart from these, how about underwater video?  Floria’s Mermaid Cat VS. LZ’s China’s Rise.  Beer and house music from a hay-roofed pub, but only after 7pm.  After that, we had to repel all the way long from those hungry mosquitoes back to our cozy cafe for dinner.

We only took 2 dives for this trip, ‘coz both of us wanna make it more relaxing, but frankly, we just wanna take more pics.  According to G-G-G, we just love ourselves too much to take so many pics, any time, anywhere. (God, reminds me of the IP TIME KM…)

The 1st dive was at Temple.  Heard of a book named Temple of the Gods?  i suppose the site was named after the same thought.  Temple of fishes.  The first minute i descended, no idea where to focus!  Groups of fishes spiraled around.  The feeling of that moment was like a lottery win.  Floria claimed she has seen a shark from distance when we were having safety stop.  But damn, i just popped up as bad control of buoyancy.  Luckily, no more than 18m i dived and no boat propeller above.  The 2nd dive was at the Lighthouse.  Current expected during the briefing and the instructor told us he would adjust the direction if we were to against the current even it’s mild.  I met a bit strong current in Tioman and had to grab the root of seaweed that my instructor passed to me to avoid hit on the nearby reef.  So i was prepared to adjust the route once being caught in the current this time, but it turned out we had different measurement of how MILD a current was from my instructor.  ‘Coz he lead the same way against the current while i was already suffering from right leg cramp as the result of hard kicks with the powerful strap fins.  Even with that propulsion, i remained still and was left at the end of the team.  So no sense of observing any more fishes in that panic. 

Anyway, i decided to get a pair of booties for my next dive, coz it feels much more comfort to walk across the rough stone beach while carrying 15kg of cylinder.  And of course, it really deserves to have my own wet suit, snug and clean.

比起张爱玲，我还是更喜欢三毛。可是同是写书，一个把灼心的悲伤从身上部分剥离，于是还铿锵到75岁。另一个把疯狂的快乐寄予了文字，最后只能亲手结束承载痛苦的躯体。当然我对自杀并非都鄙视，反而赞成三毛选择的结束。命不是越久越有意义。比起张爱玲来，她不够坚强，伤害来的太直接，仿佛就是一个矛头直指心脏。而张爱玲却从小受之，胭脂俗粉中的人情世故，冷眼旁观的，默然亲受的，所以“不知道怎么，喜欢起来简直是狂喜，难受起来倒不大觉得，木木的”。

小团圆就这么木了269页。头两章的确像了点名册，有了朋友的前车之鉴，也就没了把名字和族谱一一对号的热忱，只是一味的往后翻，翻了一半，令其锥心刺骨的男主角淡然出场了，淡到好似大家从故事的第一页就知道他的存在，名字的提起不过是此刻要借助这个代号了。若不是文末一句“痛苦之浴”的形容，真以为她超脱到没心没肺了。“只认识那感觉，五中如沸，混身火烧火辣烫伤一样，潮水一样的淹上来，总要淹个两三次才退。”不明白为什么这话会震慑到我，姑且没有共鸣，却害怕以后沐浴的闲散中，鸡蛋花香会被那种烫伤烧沸。

末了梦很美，也很俗，逃不脱而立女人的调子。向往手臂与自己拉成一条直线的男人，又能如何判决？有言论，道德中的伪善行为，好比民法中的欺诈行为，必须有“故意”这个要素，即实施行为的人知道自己在实施侵害行为。“之雍”们应该“知道”，可是“故意”的话，我都难以相信。说说罢了，听听而已的功夫，估计我练不成。那么注定还要亲视多少场小团圆呢？

读到深夜，故意留了最后两页，一早起来就着麦片饼干咽下了。若是昨晚一口气读完，怕是会失眠。薄薄一本书，却是时空错乱，人情交织。过去千疮百孔，未来重门尽开——“最恐怖的一幕，因为完全是等待”。

Trapped by working with excel for days, when i searched anything about this coming August diving trip, when i think of the lovely darlings as my traveling buddies, i am missing that sizzle breath taken underworld! 

And coming along with more fun, why not take a train there?!  haven’t travelled by train since i came to KL.

August is too far, by counting the second.  One, two, three, my wetsuit and license from Boon.  One, two, three, come back from Tokyo earlier, will you?  One, two, three, damn, payment transfers to the package booking tomorrow!

澳大利亚和新西兰两国旅游，先后在悉尼、黄金海岸、布里斯班、罗托鲁瓦、墨尔本等地“安营扎寨”，在异国他乡住了九个晚上，每处差不多住了二晚，打一枪换一个地方，有点类似毛爷爷当年领导红军打游击战，但环境和各方面条件与战争年代就不能相提并论了。吃的、住宿方面比我想象的要好些，只是在奥克兰的（花园酒店），那两顿饭就别提了，是国人当老板，既不象中餐，更不是西餐，那些菜没法咽下去，什么几菜一汤的，基本原封不动地在桌面上摆着，其它几个地方饭菜质量，算是基本满意。在整个旅游行程中接触到四位导游，参与七次购物活动。

提起购物，说是不强迫购买，人在那种渲染气氛下，未免难以做到克制购物的冲动，做到理性消费。不管你是否消费，但你得跟着导游进店耗费时间，配合导游的工作，给导游面子。花钱在国外逛商店，而逛的都是咱中国人开的店，听的都是咱中国留学生现埸推销话语。 “时间是金钱”，在这儿倒是应验了。这是团游，不跟队不行啊，也可说是“人在江湖身不由已”。

整个行程中，遇到四位导游，一位女导游，三位男导游，都是咱中国人。遇到的第一位是女导游，来自中国的福建，在悉尼呆了六、七年，接触的游客较多，也算是“老江湖”了。说话条理清楚，声音清脆，不是一见就让人倒味口的那种人物。在行车途中说个不停，介绍了当地的一些民风民情和本国的福利待遇，算是尽了导游的职责，游客相应给予了回报。一是夜游悉尼港，白天乘游船已看过了，晚上不就是看灯光效果吗，每人交80澳币，全团32人，有二人没去，参加夜游的人第二天早上说：“不去的人是聪明人……”；二是在第一站的第二天就撒银子了，刷卡的刷卡，掏外币的掏外币，买羊毛被，羊脂羊膏（化妆品一类的东西），羊初乳片等，这情景怎能不叫导游偷着乐呢？

第二位导游来自国内东北的小伙，在澳大利亚读书，据自个介绍是在读博士生，入行不久，挣点“外快”，以减少父母的经济负担。一是在旅游方面的话题不多，没招拉近与游客的距离，气氛活跃不起来，游客面子是给了，购物店也进了，看看摸摸没见掏钱的；二是游客才在悉尼消费过，有些甚至处于后悔之中。为什么后悔，价格比原故，不进第二家店就不知第一家店商品价标的高与低，同样牌子的羊毛被，价钱差了不少，一般人是没法鉴定羊毛质量和羊毛等级的，也没仔细关注被子的长短尺寸与厚薄，单从这标价就让人不舒服了。羊毛之类的东西不买，那就带着游客去澳大利亚宝石店，结果还是听中国留学生一番介绍，然后围着宝石柜台转了一圈就出了店。此时这位导游的心情如何，面容表情如何，就可想而知了。

第三位导游是在新西兰的第一大城市――奥克兰相见，来自北京，自个介绍以前在国内某个医院任主任医生，后来全家移民到此，在这个国家已呆十来年，一直从事旅游行业，在这儿“黑白”两道都打过交道，有的现在还是朋友。一般的人能在这圈内打交道游刃有余 ？见人满面笑容，说话打哈哈，表面给人有点憨的感觉，其实精明得很。这位导游前后带游客进了三家店，两家是卖羊制品的，什么羊毛被、羊毛毯等，与前面说的两地商店产品品种没有多大差别，只是出产地不同而以，一个是澳大利亚的产品，一个是新西兰的产品。新西兰一家羊毛店是专供销售的，店面装修还不错；另一家的店面布置与前两家有所不同，一不象仓库，二不象店铺，是一个所谓集生产销售二合一的店，装修显得有点简陋，算是前面是车间，后面是店。车间内陈放一堆羊毛，还有一台大型缝纫机，用来缝制羊毛被的，现埸有一人在操作，供游人参观而以，明眼人一看就知道咋回事…。就为买毛毯一事，在这个店就耗了一个多小时。一方因价格不合适不想买，导游想促成这档买卖成功，几进几出，不厌其烦地帮着讨价还价，最后还是买了三床，支付了24000多元，才离开此店。另一家是卖鹿制品的，什么鹿蹄筋、鹿鞭等。出来介绍的店老板说汉语，看了一段录相带，接着跨过一道门坎，就到了销售柜台，导游原来的专业现在派上用埸了，说着笑着连着打哈哈，指着柜台里各种鹿制产品，详细介绍这有什么功能，那有什么功能….. 在轮番的解说下，又有好多人买了壮阳补精的鹿鞭等产品，男士们更是“大手笔了”，在此又耗了一个多小时,不知刷了多少银子。第二天又带着买羊产品，本团游客好象过了这个村没这个店似的，总见有人掏钱或刷卡，也有几个人挂眼科的，虽进了三家店，家家都有消费额,金额还不少。吃过晚饭,上车不久,导游又号召游客去泡温泉,此时没人应声了。比起第二个导游带团零消费，此导游是否不同反响了？

行程的最后一站——墨尔本，导游仍是中国人，作了一番自我介绍，张口就说:“大家在前面几个旅游点都看了一些景点，也买了不少的东西，我不差大家买东西回扣这几个钱…..”口气不同寻常，态度生硬，一副了不得的样子，对当地的风土人情说了没几句。游客对此不满，于是有游客在车上进行反击, “不差钱在这车上坐着干吗,回家去坐…..”嚷嚷硬要导游介绍，还是北京一个带队的导游出来解了围，说这个导游入行时间不长，是兼职导游,请大家原谅。既然不是专职导游,又想多挣俩钱,就应该谦虚谨慎行事,没底气还那么张扬干吗,自讨没趣。这火药味还没消退,当天下午，这位导游带游客去一家羊毛店，有的游客不下车了,既使下车,在店内匆匆而过，既然不差钱何必掏钱包呢？游客们一毛不拔。

第二天参观黄金矿镇，出发时间定在早上九点，结果导游迟到了半小时，不道歉，并强词狡辩，又是一埸唇枪舌战。不管咋样，旅游行程是不能改变的。但导游此时不用权等何时，宣布规定参观黄金矿镇时间，半小时后在大门口集合，游客能买账吗？该怎么参观就怎么参观，等于白说。

进了黄金矿镇的大门，由金矿导游带队前行。前行不到二十米，中间是一条走马车的泥土路，有坐马车在矿区内穿行的，有选择步行的。两边是当地商人们开的各式各样的小店，店门欧派风格，店门外站着一老一少，手提花蓝，穿着本国的仿古服装，也有穿着马服的骑士，手上牵着一头马，专供游客免费合影；有的店主站在门外，友好地跟来来往往的游客打招呼，这是呈现在游客们眼前的另一番景色。遇到要讲解的地方，金矿导游就会停在路边，讲解完了再继续前行。此时，我不由自主地迈进了一家店门，匆匆忙忙扫了几眼就出来了，接着进了另一家，就这样看了几家。店内陈设了不少的商品，品种各不相同，有吃、穿、用、摆设等类商品，品种丰富，标价不高。值得一提的是，店主个个面代笑容，不管你是否买东西，做到了笑脸相迎笑脸相送。只要有游客邀请合影的，店主乐意配合，这也是免费的哟。由于语言障碍，想买而没买成的商品，或多或少留下了一些遗憾。赶紧追赶“部队”，不能把主题丟了，参观金矿及参与淘金活动。

所谓的澳新两国11日游，由导游领着逛了七次商店，自费项目二项，一项没人参加。另外每人还交了每天7美元,合计77美元的导游费，连国内的时间都算成是国外时间了。这游的啥…..，由此可说，导游应是双重身份，导游＋导购，导游是形式，导购才是目的。如有向往澳新两国旅游者，英语水平能达到日常交流的，不如自身前往。