

Me outside the Foreign Correspondents Club in Hong Kong. Still about the closest I've got to doing anything related to journalism. They had a wire service in the lobby! Eee!

An old fashioned downtown HK street market; selling fresh fruit & veg, live fish & seafood, and any kind of meat you could imagine (including feet, ears & noses).

Enjoying the humidity on Cheung Chau, one of the many islands that surround Hong Kong Island and Kowloon and the New Territories (the mainland). Note the grey skies. That's pollution, swept down from industrial southern China by a typhoon.

Greg and I posing with my ever-so-grown-up cousin Natasha outside the Royal Hong Kong Yacht Club (they voted to keep the 'Royal' even after HK was returned to China in 1997). The yacht club was modern, but retained a certain feel of colonial supremacy. Well, I felt posh going there at the very least. ;)