The best explorers, like Burton, made every effort to blend in. In this 
spirit, Nell stopped at a public M.C., doffed her long dress, and compiled a 
new set of clothes—a navy blue skin-tight coverall emblazoned with SHIT 
HAPPENS in pulsating orange letters. She swapped her old clothes for a pair of 
powered skates on the waterfront, and then headed straight for the Causeway. It 
rose gently into the air for a few miles, and then the Pudong Economic Zone 
came into view at her feet, and Shanghai beyond that, and she suddenly began to 
pick up speed and had to cut the skates' power assist. She'd passed over the 
watershed now. Nell was alone in China.