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... and we were also doing some collaboration drawings with the bartender inside. Our gallery was only supposed to be open until 8, but it went until about 11, when we took down our postcards and went around and got the signatures of the artists still there. The photographer then took us to his studio and showed us some of his work that was published. He also gave us a plum to eat, which was kind of a strange thing to do (at least to me), but we ate them and they were ...
... praying and the smell of incense burning was so strong it was
incredible. A bumble along the streets and alleyways followed, seeing
the little side houses people worked and lived in, washing hung up
randomly, bikes left thrown on the side, smog so thick you could look
directly at the sun and lanterns ready to light up the night. The
smell of food filled the air with people just eating all the time;
kebab type things looking popular; but not knowing the Chinese ...
... top notch and we loved the melt in the mouth skin dipped in sugar, as well as the classic pancakes. Finally after our last meal in China we took the metro towards the airport and walked for a kilometre on dark roads to find the glowing neon signage of our Super 8 motel. We checked in by 8pm, reviewed our purchases and tried to get an early nights sleep in the comfy bed. Stayed at Super 8, Beijing Airport [T&J Rating: ...
In 2011 there were 20,180,000 people living in Beijing, that's almost the entire population of Australia crammed into this city surrounded by a number of ring roads that border the city. While there are many that drive, public transport is huge here of course, reasonably efficient and always crowded along with the streets and the cacophony of car horns that wake me up ...
... back. I shared a cabin with three other people, a mother and her two sons or grandsons. My suitcase could not stay in the hallway so had to put it in the cabin much to the old ladies grief. I watched her as she tried in vain to put my suitcase under the bed. Next she started shouting in Chinese pointing at her legs and saying something about laowai which did not sound so friendly. I called her an old witch and with the name calling ...