Orange Hotel (Beijing Xizhimen)
Travel Blogs from Beijing
... tell the difference between real and fake though and I needed a few things. On my list was mainly a warm jacket and a pair of sneakers.
You walk through the market and there are small stalls set up where the workers are trying to get you to look at their items. As soon as you do, they try to lock you in to a sale. They say a price and the idea is get it down to at least ...
... salmon sandwich, which was beyond delicious. I hadn't have salmon since being in China. The sandwich was made with fresh bread.
Before getting our sandwich, we got the Western soup of the day. I felt like that I was in heaven from the lunch we ordered. So happy that Bethany knows places to go and she actually willing to go to them.
After lunch, we went to the McDonald to get ice cream. It was my first time eating in a McDonald in China. Having that ice cream made ...
... t resist the fruit and bought a variety of different things to try. Back at the hotel, we discovered a private little enclave on the third floor where we parked our things, washed the fruit, and shared it. I tried this yellow melon that tastes like honeydew, lychee, and a fruit called mountain bamboo (I think?), which is deep purple on the outside with white flesh under the rind. My favorite was the last one-- it has a flavor not unlike ...
... arrived and the grownups headed into Beijing for the evening, along with the Biggs' good friends Kasey and Garth who are new to Beijing this year. Chad and Hilary have found some amazing spots in the city. We started the night at this little tiny bar - Mao Mao Chong - that has an impressive list of cocktails. It was in the middle of a hutong, and we'd almost given up on finding it in the rain, when there it was! It would have been an easy spot to stay at ...
... that's known and
respected throughout the entire continent of Asia. To prepare for
this extremely formal occasion that few Americans are allowed to
have, I had to make a good impression. Therefore, I dressed to the
nines in a pair of khaki cargo shorts, my trademark shoes with
individual toes, a tight shirt advertising an Irish punk rock band I
saw in a coffee house back in DeKalb, and a flat-top cap from
Wal-Mart. “So, you're the top physicist in ...