I always
forget how much I hate moving from temperate to roasting temperatures and I
seem to have developed a knack for wearing cowboy boots whilst I’m about it.
This just isn’t very pleasant. As an extra-special gift I left NZ with the
germs for a cold which brewed on the flight and came out beautifully in
Beijing. I made it out for a half day to the Temple of Heaven which felt mainly
like shade-hopping and crowd-avoiding. Then spent a full day in bed feeling
achey and snotty.
Once again
food in China has proved excellent – inexpensive, tasty and fun to order (since
you never really know what you’re getting until you taste it). Our last evening
was animated by an impressive thunderstorm – we watched from our restaurant as
the wind blew up, the lightning lit the streets and the rain fell in sheets. It
soon became clear that it wasn’t going to let up and that crossing the street
would involve wading through newly-formed puddles but at least the temperature
had cooled slightly.
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