In India, I have followed the route of a madman who ran down a street stabbing everyone in his path, sat in the bushes outside Bal Thackeray’s house staking out the politicians who paid a visit while the Congress government was teetering and braved the streets during a riot.

In Hong Kong, the most risky (risqué?) thing I have done as a journalist is venture out during a Typhoon 8 signal and get completely soaking wet (in a white shirt) in order to interview a couple of sailors who had conquered some of the toughest routes in the world in record time.

Ah well.