Went to an annual company conference a few years ago. Management told me I was to mentor a junior software developer for the duration of a project, and he was a BIG Maori (Native New Zealand/Samoa).
Anyway, we all finished the lavish Company buffet and Moulin Rouge song and dance gig at the Sheraton, in Perth - Western Australia. Suitably boozed up, I decided to return to the 5 star for a nice deep relaxing bath.
No Prince Poata Akarana. He's out, playing. A 6 foot 4,25 y.o. 120 kg Maori (after he'd lost some weight) is someone you have to be "nice" with !
Anyway, Po comes back at 4 am, staggering and slurring,slams the door, mumbles, collapses on his bed fully clothed (shared room) and starts sleeping and snoring.
Sigh. I get up. Take off his shoes, roll him over, take off his jacket and tie, undo the top button on his shirt and pull a blanket over him, lift his head and slide the pillow under, coma position turning a big Maori. Then I'm back to bed.
Next day, 1 pm his mobile phone is ringing in his jacket - in the wardrobe. I pull the phone out and answer. It's his wife. Where's Poata ? Who are you ? "I'm Zak, I work with him". Oh, OK, he told me about you.
I explain what happened, and we have to check out before 1 pm or charges apply. Groan. Get dressed and go down to reception, explain the matter and ask for a checkout extension without charges. No problem, give you until 3 pm.
An hour later, 2 very large Samoans (cousins) knock on the door. Open up. Hi ! greeting from both the mobile Easter Island statues. Po - Get up, get your sh*t together, we're taking you home.
I gather my stuff, put it in the suitcase, close the door and join the statues dragging Poata into the lift.
Hang on boys, we have to check out of the hotel. I front the reception girlie and sign out with Larry, Moe and Curly staggering, supported by statues behind me.
Whew, what a night/day.
Never drink with a Maori. They are usually quite benign but don't provoke them !
I wonder if you've had this kind of experience in China ?
Zak