Metropark Lido Hotel
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... marking the hour in perfect unison. Watch the video below and checks out the sounds.
In the morning of our last day in Beijing, we headed to the Temple of Heaven Park which is a local park where locals (in particular the elderly), start their day with some Tai Chi to get the ...
... at times as he found it a bit much to all take in. He loves history but maybe not in so much detail.
We were both surprised at the animosity our guide held for the Japanese, in particular to the Rape of Nanking. This was a horrible part of Japan-China history where over 300,00 civilians, including many women and children, were raped, tortured and murdered in often horrific manner over a space of merely 6 weeks. ...
Today we woke at 7 and were joined at breakfast by the couple from New Zealand. They're pretty interesting actually, the man is a scientist, took early retirement and is originally from Doncaster. We had a good chat and I told them about what my mum and dad did which made me miss them a lot but he was impressed with my family. I had pancakes and bacon again! So happy.
Later we went on to Qianmen Square (or Tianmen Square as western culture call it) which was lovely but ...
Tiananmen Square is huge. And it's filled with people. Most of whom are trying their darnedest to get you to buy a paper fan, or postcards, or (and I was incredibly tempted to get one of these) a Chairman Mao watch that waves at you. The smarter people got fans if they bought anything. It was HOT, and the smog was worse than we've seen it the entire time. It felt like it was about to rain all day even though the sky was clear. I think it ...
... survived the gradual disappearance of the old Hutong neighborhoods.
I was eager to have lunch in a tiny no-name restaurant filled with only locals in one of the tiny Hutong streets. Although I have little fear of such food, Hsing-ay desired something more sanitary. After poking around a bit, we found a place that adequately suited my desires and seemed to placate Hsing-ay. Or ...