The Journey of Six Thousand Miles ends with an airport taxi
We’ve arrived in Beijing. The airport, and many buildings driving into town, are curvy in an ultramodern sort of way. Going through customs was virtual — we had to send our bags through an X-ray machine, and the operator was confused by a couple of items. She was happy to let Ray point out to her on the display what was the camera lens and what was the camera tripod. At no point did she even hint that she might want to open the bag.
Our hotel is on a very cute little alley very close to the Forbidden City. But having just traveled twelve hours, with an apparent elapsed time of three hours and a day, we’re just going to take it easy.
The hotel has wired Internet in the rooms, but no DHCP — they had to send someone up to type in the IP address.