Home Inn (Beijing Jiaodaokou)
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... Beijing -- and our luggage made it through -- we were greeted by our Mandarin speaking driver, who took us to our hotel. He must not have been that familiar with the location of the St. Regis as headed the wrong way down a one-way street. But, we made it some time after midnight and checked into a beautiful room with a fantastic bed and bedding. We love this hotel.
Tomorrow, the Great Wall of China!
... Were we really in China?? So many people had told us how difficult it would be to travel, but we were yet to have any problems. After a gut busting munch in the hostel restaurant we all starting napping, woke briefly to be given fresh pineapple by our new roommates, Lei from China, Dan from Chicago and Alvaro from Scotland/Spain and then continued to sleep through to the next day-ooops. We all rose early having fully recharged our batteries with a mammoth sleep. Lei officially ...
... I kept on jumping around and talking so fast. Non-stop, I expressed how much I wanted to get my exam over with.
Jean went first. As Jean was taking his exam, Olivia showed up. She paced around the hallway as we were waiting. Then, it was my turn. I actually did not blank for once! My professor seemed to be pleased.
Right as I was about to exit my classroom building, I ran into Eric, who is from Costa Rica. I met Eric by my friend Bill. Eric and I ...
... no idea what it was, what it was about or even how long we were there. For most of it, Bret and I just walked in silence reeling with anger and, at least for me, self-loathing about what just happened.
We did take a few pictures and managed to find some coffee which can always cheer me up but all in all, the Forbidden City wasn't as magical as it probably is on any other given day. So, feeling cold and utterly defeated, we decided to just head back to ...
... covered in grime, suncream and hundreds of dead flies; and bordering on severe dehydration, Dan looked over at me and said “Do you know what I would absolutely kill for now? A f*cking tea-towel so that I could wipe all this sh*t off me!”
The journey back was an aromatic one, with twenty sweaty tourists all crammed into the bus, but we arrived safely back at the hostel, literally begging for a shower. Once Dan showered he donned his new, khaki communist ...