Is it safe?

"Oh, we have one more here."
"Hmmh, ok."
"Yes, we need to fix that one up too."
"Hmmh, ok."

Drilling. Slight pain.
"How are you doing; does it hurt too much? Should we give you a shot?"
"Hmmh, no need, it's ok."
"Ok."

More drilling. More pain, not too bad though.
"Oh, this is a bit worse than I thought."

A bigger drill. Pressure. The familiar sound of a mosquito. Pain.
"There, that should do it."

I went to the dentist today. On Monday a filling chipped so I had to get it fixed. I can't honestly even remember when I last went to check my teeth but I know it's been a long time. I'm quite sure I've been at a dentist at least once after the army, but I've no recollection when.

It was a private clinic I went to. A really nice setting, as likable as any clean medical clinic. No fuzz. I signed in and waited for to be called in.

The experience itself was ok. The above conversation took place. Two cavities were found to company the chipped filling. Awesome. The ultimate dentist-drilling-experience was on its way. I never thought it too painful when they operate the drill, but I never liked it either. It's not of my favorite things, you know. I'd rather have my face put into a basket full of angry cats.

To those who are interested, the pricing of dental procedures is as follows:
- HKD 100 for a check-up
- HKD 500 for a filling
So, my little adventure cost me HKD 1,500. Nice.

I forgot to mention a few interesting things from my yesterday's post!

During the 10th anniversary ceremony, 10 young couples were also married. It's one of those group-wedding things I've seen in the Chinese media from time to time, but never saw it before live. And I suppose the number of the couples wasn't an accident either. They just wanted to do some silly gesture the Chinese love so much too. Stupid symbolism. It's their style though, so I let them have it.

During the Chinese banquet, a number of interesting foods were served. My policy towards exotic food has been such that I allow myself to try anything - as long as I see someone else eating the stuff before. A kind of a safety procedure to keep myself at bay from jokes on the stupid gweilo.

Anyway, among the interesting stuff at the banquet, I faced a new delicacy: Roasted sparrow fledgling. Yes, it was the whole small bird, roasted dark with its head and everything. Tasted like chicken.

Below some new picture material of the Christmas campaign of that local electronics store, Fortress. I know now it's not just in my head; there is something awfully wrong going on.