When I was in the bus I had some papers for customs.
I left Hk airport, I was in the back of the bus, and I needed some numbers (passport).
A guy asked me if I was American 
I looked landscapes, the sea, boats …. Vegetation was luxuriant and I saw some buildings.
I looked this bay that I had thought I will never see.
I looked those hills, there is an important relief and the city centre seems protected in the background.
I saw cars with different number plates (Chinese or Hong konger) and forms were different of European cars.
We had a stop and people get off the bus.
“It must be the custom”
I was in the queue for “oversea people”
I was waiting but a guy has taken my passport …
He did want to know my nationality and he has told me one word in French he was officer, and he looked if queue wasn’t the mess.
I’ve given my paper and my passport.
It’s the moment where I didn’t know if I had to smile or not
They didn’t talk, the guy have stamped my passport …
I went to the bus … and I understood that I wasn’t in the Chinese custom.
I was looking for faces that I had seen in the bus, because I travelled only with Asian people or maybe 2 occidental people.
Fortunately an Arabic or Indonesian guy had helped me.
Ok , I see my bus !
I was ready for the next step.
