Over the Chinese New Years, I escaped to Old Europe.
LONDON
My first stop was to observe Max, James, Chloé, and Priyanka in their native habitat, the quaint island of Great Britain.

Hiking with James and Chloé in the hills of northern England. If you squint into the distance you may just spot King Arthur, or at least that's how I imagine it.
After living together for one year in Shanghai, Max could no longer stand my company and fled to London, where he’s flourishing in his role as a budding shipping tycoon. Shortly before I arrived he closed a 4am deal for shipping thousands of tons of iron ore, and my mind flashes to scenes of Wall Street and Jerry Maguire: “SHOW ME THE MONEY!!!!!!” And his Chinese continues to put mine to shame, even though he no longer lives surrounded by 1.3 billion native speakers. Continue reading →

