Tonight

Well I went out tonight to see the Chinese markets. Apparently they're not that intense because it is nye. After a bit of walking I went to find a beer. The place I found was expensive, so I was going to leave but then a few things happened.

First, the guy sat at the bar next to me went behind the bar and ordered people around revealing himself as a manager or the owner. Second, an Indian guy walked in with a seedy Mo and the manager/owner chased after him and treated him like royalty. They sat next to me and I struggled to hear what they were saying but I thought perhaps Indian Mr Bean (he looked a bit like Mr Bean) was going to buy the place because he was talking money.

The owner had to go check on the band and left Mr Bean next to me so he started chatting to me. He said he was a bee keeper because "no honey, no money". Clearly a lie because he was talking in millions earlier. He said he knew a proper cheap place for refreshments nearby so I thought I'd follow this thread to its likely conclusion (murder).

It was seeming more and more likely he was a drug cultivator but he did know a much cheaper place. On the walk there he was again treated like a king by all these random street people. People came up and shook his hand. He interrupted a busker and nobody seemed to care. It was weird. I filmed it.

At the next place he interrupted a group having dinner to tell a bald man that he needs to blend up onion and put it on his head to grow his hair back. That group did seem to care a bit, but they were tourists like me.

He played the joker but every now and then he seemed ominous. Like clouds blotting out the sun.

He told me about how he lives in the jungle and rarely comes out (he was out for a funeral today; why did everyone know him though if he rarely emerges?). How he had millions but his wife took it all. How he's built himself up again and has heaps of houses. I was fairly sure I was being scammed. I asked him why he was at the previous bar and he said it was because they thought he was a cop. Anyway, I didn't figure it out.

I eventually thought if I drink anymore I'd get myself in trouble. So I left. I still don't know if I was a mark or if he was genuine. I'm certain he wasn't a bee keeper. He said "how many bee keepers do you know" and I told him that there's plenty where I'm from and they mostly have honey but no money.

Either way it was weird. I kept thinking of Gabor in Hungary who bought my bike. That was weird but he turned out to be a stand up guy.

He was either the Pablo of Malaysia or a terrible scammer, because I think I came out on top in the end. Interesting night!