A funny thing happened on the bus on the way home yesterday. As I have written before I drive to the Franco/Swiss border every day and then catch a bus for the 40-odd minute ride across Geneva. Since I am an avid reader I use this time to get quite a bit of reading in during the day. You know, wedge yourself in at the back where you couldn't give up your seat for little old ladies even if you wanted to and Bob's your uncle. Anyway, last night an older Chinese man got on at the station and ended up sitting next to me. He absolutely reeked of garlic .... but I digress. He looked over at my book and when he saw that I was reading in English he said "I see you on here most days reading. In China we have a saying that you are chasing time". Now what the heck are you supposed to reply to that? I took it to mean that I was "chasing time in my busy life to find time to read". Not sure exactly. So I just said "well I am a prisoner of this time so I may as well use it wisely". (Can you feel a little "Confucius says" coming in to this conversation?) He wasn't at all offensive (except for the garlic) and when he got off the bus my friend leaned over and said "I think you're in there". But to be honest, I'm not sure if I understood what he was talking about or he understood what I was talking about - I guess we may find out in chapter two next time I bump into him.
Another thing that made me laugh today was a story carried by that bastion of truth in journalism, the Daily Mail. They had run a similar item previously but their "journalism" never ceases to amaze me. It was a story on reports of how fearless Kim Jong Whatsisname had supposedly climbed up a mountain almost 3,000 metres high recently. While I have no doubt that he did indeed succeed, I must admit whenever I go up into the mountains round here I have a rather different style of clothes. It could just be that I'm a scaredy cat but what do you think? Am I being overcautious? Time to break out the brand new fearless me do you think?