Yesterday morning at about this time (6:00am-ish) I was on a sleeper train pulling into the terribly modern Shenzhen station. It was the last leg of my train journey from the far (they might say “wild”) north west of China to the far corner of the industrial south east.
In the last week I have spent over eighty hours on trains – almost as much time as my brother Michael spends commuting to work in London in a regular week.
Just kiddin’ Mikey.
The station is buried within a massive shopping centre. You glance up as you walk inside and see signs indicating where to walk for restrooms, different metro lines, oh, and to Hong Kong.
Yes, one country, two systems, and one consuming passion.
Once through immigration I headed straight to Hong Kong’s international airport, grumbling to myself that I was missing out on the opportunity for some fabulous Dim Sum. But the last week had been a slow one for NOTHING PERSONAL and I was anxious to get back to some intensive story-gathering here, where I have landed up, in Phnom Penh, Cambodia.
Before getting into why I’m here, I need to bring you up to speed with what I saw between my last post from Khorog and the start of that epic cross-country train journey. Stay tuned.
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