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Where to start...

It's now the close of Day 3 of my Great Adventure. As I type, I'm looking out of my hotel window across the wide sweep of the western channel of the Hong Kong Sea. The sun has just set over the distant islands and the hills of mainland China. Container ships and ferries are still plying the waters...

My dear truckshunters...I don't know how best to tell you about my grandest tour as it unfolds. Already, I'm fairly sure I won't have time each day to write my normal, verbose posting for you. I'm really sorry about that - but there's simply too much to see and to do. My mind is still reeling from the sensory overload that is Hong Kong...

Day 1 didn't really start until my flight left Heathrow at 2300 on Saturday night. The time difference is unsettling - so I did what I do on flights to France; as soon as the undercarriage was lifted, I set my watch to the time at my destination - 0600.

Which means that, by the time we landed here after a 12-hour flight, it was already 1800 on Sunday evening. I'd managed to sleep for a couple of hours, and also watched Virgin's featured film - The Place Beyond The Pines, a peculiarly unsatisfactory presentation for a chap as exited as I was.

So it was already the close of Day 2 when I got here.

And already comes the problem...

I could carry on typing for hours about the adventures and sensations and encounters I've already had - but that would prevent me from having any more! So instead, I've decided that - at least for the moment - some of the photographs I've taken will have to tell the story for me...