Post-Christmas, Beijing-Style (AKA: How I Froze, Found Mao, and Touched Heaven)
The day after Christmas—though truth be told, this year it was more of a non-Christmas—we kicked off part two of our China adventure: three days in the frosty heart of Beijing. Armed with neatly packed notes, camera in hand, and enough curiosity to power a bullet train, I was ready for a cultural marathon in sub-zero temperatures.
The flight from Shanghai was a breezy two hours, and when we landed in Beijing, our local guide Jack was already waiting for us at the airport. Jack wasn’t really “Jack,” of course. Like many Chinese guides, he picked an easier-to-pronounce name for European tourists—because let’s be honest, even after he repeated his real name three times, I still couldn’t get it right. Read more