A rugby trip to Hong Kong in 2008.
Away the land of the flame tree blossoms Orient blown athwart a yellow moon, to hearken the far sound of dragon drums and ride a Phantom into old Kowloon. To Salisbury Road Peninsula doors where old enemies its waters journey, where long ago in the Opium Wars Britannia ruled the South China Sea. Now a new tale of skirmish is retold when two foes battled on a foreign field - O’ but fell the armies in green and gold whose fate was All Black and forever sealed. And to the victors do the spoils belong once more once upon a time in Hong Kong. Written: November 2008
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