It was a brave man who once said "Aaaaz fray Wukintun". Thankfully, after more than eight years, he remembered me, and was equally brave to invite us to stay with him in Hong Kong.
At first, "Whamsey", or in his new cosmopolitan Hong Kong playboy incarnation, "Holmsey", apologised for his flat, saying we would have to sleep on the futon in the small living room, space being at a premium in HK. To make matters worse, he is an IT night owl whilst his flatmate is an early rising fitness guru. What ensued was a high octane ninety-six hours which left us both bruised, battered and desperate for sleep, with our host apologising "We're not normally like this in HK."
Our train from Guilin to Shenzhen on the HK border was perhaps the best in China yet. The earth will be swallowed by a small supernova before Britain has trains this good (sorry Martin) - it seemed to hover over rather than trundle along the tracks. We were also hosted by a charming military couple, he returning from his first meeting with her parents. They had brought along a bag full of home-cooked sticky-rice balls, wrapped in banana-leaf and
Full Text Entry: Hong Kong - the Workington of the East