It isn’t surprising that A and I hopped on the 地铁 (dìtiě, subway) to go anywhere in Beijing: it’s efficient and cheap — only 2 kuai regardless of distance.
We’ve become masters in riding the subway here: there’s no sense of civility once the train arrives, most especially during rush hour. You push yourself to get in, you pull yourself out once you’ve reached your destination. All that without having to say 对不起 (duìbùqǐ, sorry) to anyone.
Mindless manners that matter.
Subway Line 1, Beijing, China. / © Nick Tan
Whoever you are, 謝謝 (xie xie, thank you) for being at the right moment.
Wangfujing, Beijing, China. / © Nick Tan
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After a four-hour vol de nuit, A and I have arrived in Beijing, China. It’s a good twenty-degree spring weather here, way below whatever hell of a heat Manila is experiencing ever since.
We’ve hopped on the inter-terminal shuttle from Terminal 2 to the newly-built and jaw-dropping Terminal 3, where we are currently leeching on free airport wi-fi. Facebook and Twitter access are blocked here; thank goodness, Tumblr is not. We’ve decided to spend the night — or, rather, wee hours of the morning — to wait for the official check-in time of our hotel; we shall move at the first sign of daybreak.
We are like waves that are granted only a few moments to grace the shore.
San Narciso, Zambales. / © Nick Tan
They come and go.
On the road to Stanley, Hong Kong. / © Nick Tan
