Piao Home Inn Beijing Dinghui Bridge
Travel Blogs from Beijing
... From what I could tell most of the group were unknown to each other yet once introduced they immediately stopped treading on each other and actually did things like hold doors open!
China really isn’t good on “Western manners” Queues are noticeable by the frustrated American at the rear while the locals surge forward using arms, bags, even a large framed picture of Chairman Mao in once case I observed at Wangfujing Subway Station. ...
... except my family or professors at Regis.
Kelly told me that she was shocked how much I had explored Beijing. I disagree with her because I had barley seen anything of the city. However, I understood her feeling of being fearful of it. I remembered my first week here. Originally, I was so confused, especially the language barrier. However, my attitude became positive toward it after the Silk Road trip.
After taking with the ...
... 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 ...
... on them. They have 3 wheels, and would be better described as motor-tricycles. The cab encloses the driver with a little side door to allow entry to the driver’s seat, and it also has a compartment in the back for passengers. Passengers enter through a rear facing door.They scoot along in the bike lanes that are typically on the outside of the auto traffic lanes. Their narrowness allows them to share ...
... outside the hotel, bragging about our deals of
the day and how amazing the university was. I found myself wondering
how the salespeople functioned...Who were they? Where did they come
from? Was this their career or a means to an end? How much was each
good actually worth, and how much do they charge different types of
people? In America, I could track down almost any type of worker on
their off-time and have a long conversation about their life. Out
here, being a ...