|escalator leading down to the depths of the Tramsheds
I lied. It wasn’t exactly a party. Apparently drinks in a wine bar and dinner do not constitute a party.
Paul and I jumped on the bus to the city centre. It was the wrong bus. The ten minute ride took half an hour but it was very pretty. Then we fought against the oncoming tide of commuters as we walked through the wide thoroughfares of the Central Business District. I noticed that all the business women were wearing trainers and backpacks instead of high heels and brief cases, very sensible.
We met Sarah in the Kittyhawk Bar. The noise was horrible so we moved to a quieter and more sedate bar, more suited to old fogeys. Time seemed to stand still so we had a second glass of bubbly. Then Paul realised his watch had stopped. We were joining friends for an Egyptian dinner at the trendy Tramsheds. The bearded one had told us it was easy to get to by Light Railway. We left the bar and joined the commuter rush. We took the train to Central and then looked around the giant concourse for the Light Railway. We were directed down a long tunnel, turn left, turn right, up an escalator, down an escalator,we were walking for ages. Eventually we saw the letter ‘L’ and arrived at a dimly lit platform. Five minutes later a tram chugged slowly into view. A tram! We rolled out of Central Station at walking pace and arrived at our destination about half an hour later. By which time I had my grumpy head on.
The Tramsheds is a massive old, er, tramshed which is now home to a huge food hall with restaurants and shops offering cuisine from all corners of the world. We ate at an Egyptian-fusion restaurant “While the contemporary, casual concept starts in Eqypt it pulls in influences from around the Middle East.” Yes, well it was very tasty food and my grumpy head disappeared once I had a glass of wine in my hand.
At the end of the evening we decided to abandon public transport in favour of a taxi. Uber might be compromising the regular taxis but it is extraordinarily efficient. Sarah presses something on her Smartphone and almost immediately the Uber taxi magically appears. The ‘phone even pays for it!
We’re staying in tonight and Paul is cooking a fusion of tofu and rice.