Heading back to Beijing today after spending a day or so in
Tianjin – we’d spent last night looking for hotels to stay in, wanting something different to the A Hotel for our last night and settled for the
Radegast Hotel near the Summer Palace – would make getting there a bit easier.
We check out and, despite previous experiences with taxis
driving straight past us (probably due to me being there and not being able to converse with them!) this lovely lady
driver stopped and practically pulled my luggage and me into her car. She was
apparently offended though that I’d put the seatbelt on…but I wasn’t risking
anything in the madness of the Tianjin traffic…
I get the feeling on the train that I am being stared at and
delve deeper into my book to ignore it – but when I glance up from my seat,
there is this guy just staring intensely at me and I am forced to give a smile
and say a polite “ni hao”. He beckons me over to his side of the carriage and I
get out my “Chinese for Idiots” phrase book and start to talk to him,
primitively. I think he’s taken a shine to me as he asks Adrian whether I like “my own sort”
and then starts stoking my arm hair.
He wasn’t very attractive.
Anyway, it was something to while away the journey, and he
was harmless enough.
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