Sometimes even the simplest things seem to be a trial when you live in a foreign country. A month or so ago, I decided it was time I changed the head of my electric toothbrush, having used the original for a year or more. Ava and I have kept our eyes open for a place that sells replacement heads for a while, but without success. So today I took a bus to the shop where I bought the toothbrush last year, only to find it being demolished. So another bus to a large department store where I'd seen electric toothbrushes for sale in the past. Yes, they sell toothbrushes, but no, not replacement heads. They kindly wrote down the address of the Phillips replacements store in town. Another bus and I finally tracked the little store down. Yes, they repair Phillips electrical items, but no, they don't sell replacement heads. They wrote down yet another address for me, somewhere "quite far away". So I headed back to the main road to hail a taxi. The first dozen sailed past with passengers in, but the next pulled over for me. Then, as I opened the door, a chinese woman jumped out from behind me and dived into the seat with a quick "Sorry" (in English). What a cheek! At this point I gave up and caught yet another bus home. A wasted 3 hours. Perhaps I'll try again another day. My teeth deserve it!
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