On Tuesday last week we went with Jane's friend and colleague Pam to a (and I quote) "Shaolin Kung Fu Monk sort of show". I arrived to pick them up from the office with the words "it's just near the Lama temple" so I thought easy, that's only 20 minutes walk away. It was actually near the Temple of Heaven which is a lot further away. Freezing night (well below 0) and no cabs to be found, we jumped on the train. We had to meet this guy who had our tickets at 7:15 and when 7:25 came around and we were still on the train, things were clearly going wrong. After finding our way from the station to the theatre (in the dark with a very poor map) we got there about 7:45 to find the guy still standing there but very annoyed. He had returned our tickets cause he thought we weren't coming and the show had started at 7:30! We went in anyway, we had great seats, about 3 rows from the front and we hadn't missed much at all. I really enjoyed the show, the acting was terrible and they kept on trying to squeeze in those Shaolin stunts where they break blocks over their heads, but it was still fun. The best part was where the devil's door (or whatever it's called) in the stage opened and the main character and some smoke came out. I presume the smoke is normally a bit less think because it enveloped us, all the rows in front and about 3 rows behind us in a thick dry ice fog. We all we could see were the heads of the people in the front row popping up above the smoke as they stood up to see, it was hilarious!
The show ended as these shows always do ("Yes young one, this was MY story, now you must make your own") and then they made us leave. It was seriously cold outside, the wind had picked up and we then had to walk back to the station to take the train back. I'm not sure that the others had fun, but I enjoyed it. It was exactly like a bad 70s kung fu movie except performed in front of us! Fantastic.
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