Trail etiquette, dude!

Today is a holiday in Hong Kong, commemorating the handover back to nChina in 1997. Rather than celebrate the erosion of the British Empire by staying in bed all morning, I got in a van with my bike and headed up to Tai Mo Shan for a ride.

Perhaps I overdid it at the gym yesterday. Or perhaps if you get back on a bike after a month without riding, you shouldn't expect to keep up with the others. Either way I was tragically slow.

Fighting jet lag in Hong Kong

My parents and my sister arrived in Hong Kong today, in a week largely marked by Qantas having engines explode on its planes; thus I was pleased that they came via a British Airways plane, which didn't have any explosions. Although given that BA managed to land a plane before it reached the runway a year or two back, it's not like they have a spotless record for safety. (Nobody died when they put the plane down short of the runway at Heathrow, although at least one man went on record complaining that nobody got him a cup of tea afterwards.)