Hallo! Hi! Salut! Ni hao!

Welcome in China.

When I met Flora about 3 weeks ago in Hong Kong I was sure that the greatest adventure of my life was about to begin (and guess what, I was right!). But see and read for yourself.

The plane of Air China Airlines was just about to leave it's parking position at the Charles de Gaulle Airport when the commotion started: the heart of an elderly Chinese woman chose that exact moment to act up. Soon, all doors were thrown open and doctors started to invade the plane.

No, don't worry. She survived. But as we left Paris 2 hours late, I started to worry about my connection in Beijing for which I now only had less than an hour left (in the end, my luggage and I made it just in time). The flight went over quickly and uneventfully with the single exception of a pillow fight with my Australian neighbour who had the guts to point out that he was now ready to settle down and quit living like a student. That was fine enough with me except for the look he shot me which was clearly saying: and so should you. The Problem: he had just turned 24! Naturally, I hit him with my pillow. Repeatedly.

First thing I did on my arrival in Hong Kong was getting rid of my coat and sweater: 30 °C and 70 % humidity made me rather feel like I was swimming in lukewarm water than walking while taking in the sensations of my first night in Hong Kong. And as to sensations, this amazing city has a lot to offer.

Before dinner, Flora and I went to see a fortune teller. How exciting!

The sheer variety of dishes made it difficult to choose dinner but then it helped a lot to check out the main meat ingredience: so "light fried frogg" was off the list.