I was living in Japan as a Rotary exchange student in 1997 when the British lease of Hong Kong expired. Watching the celebrations on television, I longed to visit and see Hong Kong for myself. These people knew how to party, I thought. What’s more, they lived in a beautiful tropical city, sitting right on the water, with some of the tallest and narrowest buildings I had ever seen. Fourteen years later, I finally made it, and Hong Kong did not disappoint.
Stepping off the plane in Hong Kong at 7 p.m. local time, extremely jet lagged and blurry-eyed, we were approached by a man wearing a surgical mask, who appeared out of nowhere and zapped Jude in the head with what looked like a radar gun.