I stood in the cavernous foyer of the new Hong Kong airport when a voice called down from a platform above.
“Xiangdong!” The figure wore a big smile but quickly disappeared from the edge.
Brice met me on the floor and we got the train into Hong Kong.
We rendezvoused with Susannah at their central HK flat and enjoyed several good meals and booze.
We will take a few days to round up some remaining items and to let Brice tie up affairs.