I sleep quite well and feel a little
better today, I may be lucky and the cold may be subsiding. Colds in
China can last for months. I have a good vegetarian breakfast in the
hostel. I originally plan to go to 798 Art district but find that a
lot of it is closed on Monday. Disappointed at this I decide to visit
the Forbidden City again to try and get some better photos. However
when I get there I find that this too is closed Mondays: I knew but
had forgotten. It's actually a good thing because I wouldn't have
been able to get in anyway as I've left my passport at the hostel.
This is the only attraction I know of where you have to take your
passport to get in. Looking at the prospect of a wasted day I relax
on Tiananmen Square for a while.
Tiananmen Gate seen from the Square
There isn't really much to see, so I
walk back to the subway station and go back to Lama Temple Road for
some beer and sausage at Stuff'd, the bar I went to yesterday. It's
expensive but I do manage to relax a bit. Lately tension has been
building up inside me.
I wander back through the hutong and
after a doze which is interrupted by a door slamming in the wind, I
go back out to Shichahai to take the subway to the Olympic Centre
again. I sometimes feel like a photojournalist on some assignment but
I don't want Sarah to miss this!
The whole city is exploding with
fireworks: they're everywhere and I wonder what the hell is going on!
It's just like New Year's Eve again. When I get back to the bar in
Houhai I find out it's the start of the Lantern festival, which is
held 15 days after New Year.
Overheard in the bar, young expats:
“I nevvah thought I would end up in
some beck street bar in Chinah on may barthday! Yahhh!”
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