I spent the better part of this afternoon taking getting my blackberry unlocked and working. My chinese handler took it upon himself to scour the city of Wuhan for a "blackberry expert" as he put it.
After about a half dozen phone calls, all made from his office, we departed in a cab. Of course, we passed a Starbucks, which meant that I just had to hop out of the cab to get a frappuchino.
I bought my Chinese handler a cup of coffee. He normally does not drink coffee and didn't understand a few things. The first thing he didn't understand is that coffee is very very hot. He promptly took off the paper cup holder that allows one to hold a piping hot cup of coffee.
Next, he didn't appreciate that with hot coffee it is best to keep the lid on it and to sip very slowly until it cools down. Once we got back into the cab, he proceeded to take the lid off the coffee and pour a goodly amount on his crotch. He said that he had burned his heibi, which I assume means he burn his pee pee.
After getting out of the cab, he made a sour face and said the coffee was too bitter, which I explained is why people put milk and sugar in coffee. Out of a desire not to offend me, he stood there and gulped down most of the coffee in one chug. All the while groaning at how bad it tastes.
I think that is the last time I will buy him a cup of coffee.
We then entered a literal rabbit warren of offices in a 22 floor building. At the door was a wall about twenty feet high with signs for all of the businesses, written entirely in chinese. Needless to say, without my trusty Chinese handler, I would not have been able to locate this blackberry expert.
We rode the elevator up to the eighth floor where we wandered around a bit. There was some kind of dance studio, hotel and brothel on the floor with the blackberry expert.
The office of the expert had various half repaired and broken models of Blackberry. Some of these I have never seen. In addition, the office had a couch where it looked like the blackberry expert slept.
The expert was actually, really an expert. He is a computer programming scientist. When we got there his associate had to page him from some other quadrant of the massive building. His associate had two high school girls there with him They were continuously laughing about something and doing something on the internet.
It was a really wierd place. A veritable abattoir of blackberry devices.
After about ten minutes the expert told me, through my handler, that he was not sure he could do it. I insisted. He made some withering exhalations and sighing noises. He then unlocked the phone.
I have never been so happy to have a functioning smart phone. For the cost of about 8.00 US, I got my phone back.
After about a half dozen phone calls, all made from his office, we departed in a cab. Of course, we passed a Starbucks, which meant that I just had to hop out of the cab to get a frappuchino.
I bought my Chinese handler a cup of coffee. He normally does not drink coffee and didn't understand a few things. The first thing he didn't understand is that coffee is very very hot. He promptly took off the paper cup holder that allows one to hold a piping hot cup of coffee.
Next, he didn't appreciate that with hot coffee it is best to keep the lid on it and to sip very slowly until it cools down. Once we got back into the cab, he proceeded to take the lid off the coffee and pour a goodly amount on his crotch. He said that he had burned his heibi, which I assume means he burn his pee pee.
After getting out of the cab, he made a sour face and said the coffee was too bitter, which I explained is why people put milk and sugar in coffee. Out of a desire not to offend me, he stood there and gulped down most of the coffee in one chug. All the while groaning at how bad it tastes.
I think that is the last time I will buy him a cup of coffee.
We then entered a literal rabbit warren of offices in a 22 floor building. At the door was a wall about twenty feet high with signs for all of the businesses, written entirely in chinese. Needless to say, without my trusty Chinese handler, I would not have been able to locate this blackberry expert.
We rode the elevator up to the eighth floor where we wandered around a bit. There was some kind of dance studio, hotel and brothel on the floor with the blackberry expert.
The office of the expert had various half repaired and broken models of Blackberry. Some of these I have never seen. In addition, the office had a couch where it looked like the blackberry expert slept.
The expert was actually, really an expert. He is a computer programming scientist. When we got there his associate had to page him from some other quadrant of the massive building. His associate had two high school girls there with him They were continuously laughing about something and doing something on the internet.
It was a really wierd place. A veritable abattoir of blackberry devices.
After about ten minutes the expert told me, through my handler, that he was not sure he could do it. I insisted. He made some withering exhalations and sighing noises. He then unlocked the phone.
I have never been so happy to have a functioning smart phone. For the cost of about 8.00 US, I got my phone back.
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