doing, done?

I may be wrong but across the world a green traffic light means go and a red one stop (although there are some countries where the drivers ignore the last one!). However when it comes to indicators on other equipment there doesn't seem to be any standardisation even though red and green are often used.
For instance, the light on my rechargeable shaver is red when it is charging and then flashes red when charged, but my Bosch cordless drill flashes red when charging and red when charged. The indicator lights on the chargers for Panasonic and Canon cameras are also opposites. The Canon is red when charging and then green when charged (seems sensible), but the Panasonic is green when charging and red when charged. Both companies are Japanese so it can't be a cultural thing, so somewhere in the design of the chargers, a person (or perhaps team of people) made a decision on what colours to indicate the state of charge. It would be interesting to ask why and whether any user testing was carried out.
In the meantime, I just have to leave the charger on until the light changes, then I know it's charged!

The optimistic salesman

Many things can be bought on the street of Port Louis, the capital of Mauritius. There are plenty of street food sellers with tasty delights such as savoury snacks, coconut cakes, grated ice pulp and pineapple with chilli sauce. Temporary tables are adorned with clothes for all ages and household goods from expired super-glue and batteries to electric fly swats. Sellers wander about with a few nightshirts, a bag of socks or watches of unknown origin and the likelihood of components inside unknown. One wonders how they make much of a living. These were surpassed in their optimism by a chap trying to sell a couple of pairs of ski gloves. Reports last week of never known before snowfalls in the Rift Valley of Africa, might have encouraged this enterprise, however with temperatures in Port Louis at 25degC in the winter I am doubtful of this venture succeeding.

Health Advice on Fainting

From Mauritian newspaper

Fainting is a temporary loss of consciousness, when the person falls to the floor. A faint occurs when insufficient amount of oxygen is reaching the brain. The most common is a vasovagal attack, where overstimulation of a major nerve slows the heart and lowers blood pressure. This may be caused by intense stress or anything that suddenly increases pressure inside the body, such as blowing a trumpet. Advice for those experiencing a faint: stop playing the trumpet immediately and take a rest and drink of water.

Lack of pixels and other annoying flight details

The flight was OK apart from three things - noisy child, overcooked food and the lack of pixels. The child decided on a paddy in the middle of the night and screamed so loud that it woke the pilot. I guess the little French lad had lost his favorite lapin! The asian vegetarian special request was lacking any real taste, certainly not Indian asian, and the vegetables tasted like they'd been pressure cooked for at least an hour. Still, the tea was good, having it's own tea bag instead of being poured from the superthermal efficient, made-an-hour-ago-and-still-piping-hot airline teapot. The coffee for breakfast wasn't bad also and for once the cup was full. Why do they nearly always fill your cup so it still wouldn't loose any content even if the plane went into a 45 degree bank?
Now, the pixel problem. I've seen more pixels on a watch than on the personal back of the seat screens. More like a late 80's Gameboy with SuperMario in 8x8 dots. There was a choice of films but they all started at once so after Bob-the-Builder one could switch tracks and spend the next 15 mins trying to work out that happened in the first 15 mins. The french film, Disco was very good, well as much as one can make out in the pixelated view usually given to stop one recognising people in police footage. The subtitles were hopeless though , unless one had inherited the expertise from a Bletchley code breaker.
Arrived in SSR (Sir Seewosagar Ramgoolam) airport on time, cleared immigration in a trice, being a 'resident', and waited for the luggage. And waited. And waited. 30 mins went by and the people from our Paris flight thinned, but still some waiting and still the same luggage going round and round. Then we spotted a bright green suitcase on the other carousel, apparently serving the flight from Melbourne. Yes, our luggage had been doing the rounds of the Melbourne crowd and I guess some of theirs had been doing likewise on the Paris belt. Now, there are only 2 planes and 2 conveyors and they managed to get them mixed up. When I pointed out this fact, the operative said it wasn't her fault - due to Air Mauritius labels on the luggage and the Paris plane said Air France on it's fuselage. Still, it did also say Charles de Gaules, who is unlikely to be an ex-president of Australia! Having established the fact that luggage was separated from their owners by a inter-carousel distance, perhaps some action such as a tanoy announcement to alert the folks patiently watching the same cases for half an hour. No, some more forms to fill in.
Welcome to Mauritius!