China! To be with my Indian swami in China was like the realization of a childhood fantasy. Of course, in April 1972 no one could really go to China; Mainland China was a closed Communist country. The British colony of Hong Kong was as close as you could get, but it was still China, the mysterious dragon lair of Fu Manchu…As we walk along, many thoughts pass through my head, like “Are his feet cold in those open-toed slippers?” and “His toenails, they look like pearls.” Sandalwood fragrance wafts in his wake, and Prabhupada looks purposeful, chin high, as he chants quietly, his tongue playing with a loose lower front tooth. He looks spiffy this morning, and pumped to be in Hong Kong.