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HONG KONG'S MANDARIN HOTEL HAS EXTRAORDINARY STYLE

by Pam Hobbs

It should happen to everyone at least once. Every weary traveler arriving at a crowded airport hours later than promised, after a flight of twelve hours or more, should be met by a chauffeur who softly tells her "The Rolls is here, Madam." For me it was Kai Tak airport. Tired, grubby and a little dispirited, I was about to look for a hotel bus when the neatly uniformed chauffeur approached, asked if I was Miss Hobbs, and then uttered those magic words. Convinced there was some mistake, that I had a namesake on the flight or was on the wrong list, I followed him anyway. After all, who am I to keep the Rolls waiting?