


Regarding tourist visas, China has come up with an interesting rule that a person can stay here for 2 years only they must leave the country every 60 days (90 if you got your visa in Chicago). Nick and I left for Hong Kong on Nick's 59th day in China. For those of my readers who are unaware, Hong Kong is not officially part of China. It is an entirely separate entity that bends to the will of China, like Taiwan. It is also the easiest way to leave the country quickly. So Nick, me and our associate Lizzy boarded a 20 hour train with a bottle of whiskey, 14 beers and a loaf of bread. 18 1/2 hours later I wanted to see neither my companions or a train ever again. After a quick trip to the dinning car and a trim of the dog, I was ready to go through customs and board ANOTHER train to get into Hong Kong.
Hong Kong is the bastard child of Britain and China if it were raised by a Jewish accountant and a Swiss Banker (i.e. On the Hong Kong Bible it reads "In Money We Trust") on the Lost Island. The cars in Hong Kong are backwards, they love Benny Hill, they have a Red Light District and they speak Cantonese with a British accent. It's fascinating.
I would love nothing more then to regale you with stories of the nightlife and my time spent with a certain anonymous USC alumni who was born and raised in Hong Kong, but these stories are so verbose and otherworldly that it would cause you to age 6 years just hearing about it.
Needless to say I took the 90 minute return flight.
Post Script: I took the
Magnetic Levitation Train (301km an hour) home from the Shanghai Airport; my 6 years were returned to me.