Just caught up with the first 2 episodes of Michael Portillo's Great Asian Railway Journeys on BBC2; they were both in Hong Kong visiting, in summer, some of the same places I photographed for the above-linked poem last December.

And others - a walled village in the New Territories looked great.

Pleased that he also detailed the truth about the disgusting opium-led British imperialism.

Next to my budget hotel in Wan Chai (rather than the pricey Peninsular Hotel MP and the BBC stayed at), was a small shop selling jade with tiny representations of all the zodiac animals, form which I chose a dragon rather than a rat.