The arrangements are made — I’m off to Hong Kong in two weeks time.
Then back to Shanghai, then back out West by train from there. Way out on the Western edge of China, where there are snowy mountains and matriarchal tribes and reformed headhunters.
Drinking cold Chinese beer with colourful characters and talk of adventure, and big truths, and bigger plans.
And, hopefully, another step closer to understanding what Alejandro Jodoworosky meant when he said “my country is my shoes”.
