A second chance for this city of millions. Now that Remko has arrived we can visit all the really touristy stuff. Perhaps we'll get a better impression now. We pick up Remko from the airport, mistakenly use the airtrain, emptying my just refilled Octopus card - although it's so worth it, the journey is totally relaxing - and guide him back to our little hole. Having just arrived, Remko starts complaining about the heat, the humidity; we can just laugh at this, to...

Help! I've been poisoned! Poisoned by Hong Kong; poisoned by its people; but also literally. Ah, sweet, sweet Asia... A mere three-hour flight from Kota Kinabalu I touch down at Hong Kong International Airport. Michel is already waiting for me. It's good to have a guide. We make our way to the city centre, to the ghetto where we will spend these next few days. Hong Kong can truly be called the New York of Asia. High rise everywhere, giant skyscrapers reaching ...