Dain Yew Hotel Beijing
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... buzzing. He has his repertoire printed out and people shout requests. The Chinese sang along and most have no rhythm at all. Clapping off beat of singing 2 bars too late. One guy finds Des brilliant and once he's finished singing comes down to the table, asks to shake his hand and for a photo. He's feeling like a rock star! Subway back home wasn't so eventful. We're all tired after such a long day. Hopefully tomorrow will be just as fun! Night all Love Cliona, Miriam, Des and Cian ...
... right again) and incredible
teaching experiences (ya think?). To top it off (almost at the top of
the world!) this summer we end up in Tibet for our week’s travel. And
then for the cherry on top of the ice cream sundae, I will walk on the
Great Wall for my third time. Life is good…”
Be well people. To paraphrase a quote from M.A. Radmacher, we are not the same having seen
the moon shine on the other side of the world.
... The dining room looks
out on a waterfall with swans and ducks – very pleasant.Our first stop with Lilly and Mr Wu was Tienanmen Square, the political
heart of China and the largest public square in the world, then we
walked to the Forbidden City, the home of a long line of Emperors
from 1420 to 1924, one of the best preserved examples of imperial
architecture in China. Incredibly large and impressive.As I type this we have just heard on the news ...
... was all very enjoyable. The Summer Palace is our next stop so we climb back into the car and are sped away. Literally, our driver is a speeder. I don't think he goes anywhere slowly (or safely, but I'll get to that). We wander through the gardens with the bank of the man made lake on one side and the Empress's covered walkway on the other. Walking and chatting we end up at our embarkation point to take a boat in the form of a dragon back to ...
... instilled us with trepidation.
Rather than traversing the 5 km terrain back to the main road, reluctantly we conceded to paying a taxi to drive us. Once reaching the main road our prospects looked bleak; there was no sign of public transport and traffic was few and far between. In an act of desperation, for the second time that day, hitchhiking appeared to be the only viable option. Presently we were picked up by two men who were on their way to Beijing: how ...