BRINGING WEAPONS TO CHINA?
BRINGING WEAPONS TO CHINA? The year was 1980. The occasion: the opening of China to tourism from the West. The plan: a bike trip in the south of China, starting in Guangzhou (Canton).The place: the customs station at the Chinese border with Hong Kong. The customs officials were meticulous. Westerners like me were rare and looked odd. We had round eyes and big noses and smelled, I'm told, like rancid milk. The contents of my luggage was strange—I was traveling by bike and had tight biking clothes, a helmet and other exotic gear that was, well, foreign to the Chinese. Then there were several small boxes of Tampax. "打开! (Dǎkāi!)" the Chinese official commanded pointing to a box. "Open!" my Chinese translator interpreted. And open I did. "Open more," he persisted, and I obediently tore off the wrapper. The customs official was aghast. He urgently called the security guard. The security guard bent it, smelled it, and cautiously fingered the fuse at th...