Paul : It's not that far away.
Calvin : Die because of heat stroke, die because of food poisoning, die because of murder, die because of plane crash. You'll never see me again.
He's not talking about riding a rickety, barely serviceable helicopter to some backward, underdeveloped third world banana republic in Central Asia ( is there even a fourth world? ) where savage marauders roam the lawless cities gunning down innocent bystanders. And if they're not relentlessly hunted down and shot like unfortunate stray dogs, the ill-fated population inevitably sicken and die after being poisoned by the local paramecium floating about the sewage spillage ( or would that be radioactive wastes? ).
No. My man is talking about Beijing.
Before all ye patriotic Chinese countrymen rush to take up cudgels in defence of your country, take a chill pill and just relax first. Let me finish. Calvin doesn't mean that at all. Like any sensible fellow ( unlike senseless folks like me ), he has the jitters about going to a foreign land - hence the outlandish improbabilities popping up in his overimaginative head.
It's getting hot in here...
Okay. Maybe the heat stroke isn't so unlikely with temperatures soaring up to an unreasonably hellish 40 C.
And yeah I'm five hundred miles away, hence his increasing despondency.