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Day 2

Clearing Your Nasal Passages

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Arrival at Beijing airport sees row upon row of parked aircraft, we bus it to the terminal and wait for ages in a queue as large as previously experienced at Heathrow. An hour and a half to get through immigration and get our bags. Omg quickly turn right as soon as you alight the airport commuter train as there is a finely dressed woman with all her boutique bags sniffing her head off, tolerance levels low due to lack of sleep.

We squeeze onto the train and position ourselves at the back as this rather large man sniffs so loud and with such vigour I suspect there may have been some brain matter included in that reverse thrust. Oh dear how to avoid the nasal clearance.

Finally free of the train and our bags ready as we find our trusty driver. He drives like a maniac, he prides himself on only taking forty minutes to do a usual hour and half trip to the hotel. Whip lash, about four near misses and a grotty slag out of the window was all too much after a long haul flight. Wtf was that about?

Thank the lord Lyn was clever enough to find us a great hotel and make the decision to pay for the deluxe suite, compensation for economy travel. We get a very early check in thanks for that from the Inner Mongolia Grand Hotel Beijing, a lovely big bathroom with the mandatory holiday bath to soak away the inflight germs and very cheap cold local beers to sample. A quick snooze before taking to the footpath to familiarise with our surroundings.

It’s always difficult in the early stages to fulfil expectations but surprisingly Beijing has not provided the ugly polluted air that was so recently warned about. Actually as we flew into Beijing the night sky above the vast city with the brightest of sunrises was clear and beautiful. The streets are certainly full of cars, no different to any modern city of the world, we could easily have been in London stuck on the motorway. The difference was that you don’t realise there is hardly any sound as every motorbike and small vehicle is electric. Crossing the road I had no idea about fifty bikes, scooters and pushies were quietly waiting for me.


The hangry starts to set in, our tummies craving some local food and all that surrounds us is row upon row of American chain take away food crap. Out of desperation we choose Kung Fu the local take away for students and local workers. It was surprisingly tasty enough as we share a dish of chicken and potato curry and a plate of Chinese broccoli. We were calorie responsible but in true holiday celebration I make the fatal mistake of finishing off with a Haagen Daaz ice cream, only one scoop please. I take my treasure next door to meet Lyn who is trying to enjoy her Costa coffee to be disgusted at the realisation I had just paid $9.00 fucking Australian dollars for a selfish Belgian chocolate ice cream in a cone. I’m so annoyed at myself I consider not eating it. Well that never happened.

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Ok food done we wander around popping in to the lovely department stores craving a beer and a loo. Finally a sit down (toilet as well) to sample the lovely local beer and a few hands of cards above the city watching Beijing life go by. In true Lyn style, let’s go back to our hotel to regroup, reluctantly I agree, why I think I was very happy where we were. We then discover the back streets where the true local food is enjoyed, let’s come back for dinner. It never happens, coming back on a holiday is inefficient.

In moving forward we relax and plan our next activities, tickets for train to be delivered to hotel and booked for the forbidden city visit. Jobs done I’m exhausted. A big day in a big city we decide to stay in house to dine for dinner, feeling lazy I wear my slippers to dinner, these look a little bit Chinesey don’t they?


Posted by DebandLyn 21:56 Archived in China

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