The bus leaves with strict orders not to stop before being arrived safely. We are here in a border region of Vietnam, it is not open to tourism and if they take us again it will be prison, and better expulsion from China. No glop, no glop, the Chinese authorities do not laugh at it either!
But barely an hour passed and we're stuck in the middle of nowhere, just fields of sight. However, a motley crowd goes against sense. An accident can be! This impromptu stop giving me the opportunity to photograph these minorities with costumes singing their ethnicity.
Drivers are formal, nobody gets down despite the heat that overwhelms us, it is for our good, in case the police might reappear ... In fact there is a huge walk located at the cross of two perpendicular in the middle of this agricultural country roads. Again a little late and I can guarantee us a third night in the open.
Drivers and translators no longer speak each others, they roll and that's all. We no longer talk to us no more. In addition, it began to rain again and we are entering a mountain landscape. The rain hits the roof, it roars like thunder, the road is covered with water as if we were in the bed of a torrent. Suddenly the drivers talking starts again, they get upset again. There are stones on the road, and suddenly there is as large hail that dented bodywork, surprising in this wetness
A huge rock fell on the floor just after our passage and blocks the road. The sky is falling on our heads. Drivers are increasingly strained, they shout on each others. Luckily it was the former who is driving, and it seems to control the situation as it can be. Some girls and even boys crack and put them also in tune with this cacophony. I said nothing and I remain zen, anyway I can not do anything that would change the course of this fiasco. At this point, add to the confusion, yelling would not help anything, and remain worthy philosopher what! The mountain wouldn't collapse on us ...
The change is abrupt, an island and a part of the mountainous continent which support on their flanks a conglomerate of giant buildings. It is very crowded as in the big cities of mainland mother country.
In Kowloon, the buildings are dilapidated, there are many illuminated signboards as on Big Appel avenues , which hide the obsolescence.
Singular double desk red buses remind us that this strange city, even extravagant in some respects, is up to the end of the millennium a British colony. People are really westernized in their way of dressing compared to China which I have just witnessed. Women are particularly primed and it warms the heart. Despite its inhuman scale, I love Hong Kong.
I just found a bed in the attic of dormitary Red Lotus Hotel. I leave to the discovery of large Hong Kong, I begin with a mounted the funicular to see the panoramic view of this extravagant metropolis for the son of French middle class I am.