Tomorrow I shall be on my way back to London, if Typhoon Catfish allows. Currently it is sitting 400 km away from this little island, staying still, keeping us guessing. In this coffee shop I might as well be back in London, if I ignore the Chinese caption on the fire exit sign. The decor here clearly have Americans or expats in mind. Sure there are more Chinese looking patrons than the London average, but London being London this is not saying much. This westernness is artificial anyhow, I’m sitting next to a smothering fire that gives off no heat in an air-conditioned room, in a coffee shop that tries to have some western gravitas in a city with very little more than fifty years old. Saying that I’m a hypocrite who disguises his iPad as a leather-bound book.
