One of the joys of jet lag can be an easy dawn rise to catch the morning light as a city awakes. At 5.30am this morning Jenny and I wandered about one kilometre from our Central Hotel to The Bund, Shanghai’s riverside walkway. It’s no surprise that street sweepers and cyclists own the roads at that hour but it turns out kite flyers rule the skies by the Huang Pu river. With a backdrop of skyscrapers, elderly gents tugged strings like puppet masters to make their dragons, eagles and a lone orange octopus dance above the joggers. One lovely fellow invited me to fly his long string of birds. I think our smiles in my photo of Jenny’s photo says it all. A few minutes later I helped another old chap retrieve his paper eagle caught over a wall. A delightful way to start the day.