Joy Inn (Beijing Hongmiao)
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... brake. It's not working but it does make me feel more braced for the impending crash given that I'm not wearing a seatbelt.
The problem is solved by the Chinese horn Morse Code. Hand on horn, the driver forces his way diagonally through the traffic. The lights are now green which helps. Aiming for a few pedestrians crossing the road, he hits the accelerator, keeps his hand on the horn and barrels across the last couple of ...
... back at hotel getting ready to go to acrobatic show prior to dinner and you guessed it. Another Chinese meal. Rice, chilly, lemon chicken etc. stick the duck. I am way way over that boney ****. Hope I get another opportunity to share on this blog soon but I doubt it. Bye for now. A little postscript to the story today. The Acrobatic show was sensational and the dinner was at a local restaurant and the food was tasty and different and the company was great. A wonderful ending to an amazing ...
... couple. When I asked what the dish I was served, the Chinese woman said, "It is the one in the middle." She was referring to the dish displayed on the wall.
"You speak English?" Olivia asked.
The woman responded, "I speak a little bit of English." She revealed that she attended Beijing Sport University.
When I first tasted my dish, the onion was so strong. Despite the strong taste, I loved it.
... the World War. He was expecting death when he returned but miraculously, Premier Zhou Enlai spared his life. He would then be sentenced to jail for reformative corrections, which during the communist take over, was known as 勞改.
I was amazed that from an Emperor, he has finally become a convict and then a humble gardener. He picked ...
... for a couple of scorpions, which the man at the stall fried and seasoned for me. As I walked back I nervously tucked in. It had the texture of fried prawns and tasted just like fried, crunchy, salty batter.
I was listening to my iPod as I walked back and was going past some bars when a young chinese guy called out to me and asked if I spoke English. I stopped and it turned out his was with two chinese girls and they all spoke very good English. They ...