Waking up for day two in Beijing was surreal. It was the first Friday in a long while that I wouldn’t be teaching, and in total transparency I was already missing the kids. That said, it was 7 o’clock on Friday morning, and I was waking up in China!
I had received strict instructions the night before to meet my tour guide at an adjacent hotel down the street at 8:10 a.m., which is where I was introduced to Mike, our tour guide for the day. I’d signed up for some small group tours to try to get the most out of my limited time in Beijing, however, when the van door opened it became clear that I would more likely be intruding on a family’s private tour. With just four of us in the group, I met two lovely sisters along with one of their sons who were touring Beijing and Mongolia on holiday from the Philippines. They could not have been more lovely. We spent the day exploring the Forbidden City, the Temple of Heaven, and the Summer Palace, with a quick lunch in between.
The Forbidden City was our first stop, and I was already blown away. Before entering the palace we waked alongside the moat which was surrounded by beautiful weeping willow trees and offered the perfect calming introduction to what was about to be a very busy day.
We had arrived right as the gates were opening which was lovely as I’m sure it got much more crowded throughout the day. Mike walked us through every inch of the palace sharing with us the history of the dynasties that lived there. He also shared with us the difference in politics and economics from then and now which I thought was particularly interesting. He was so passionate about that specific time in history and it was hard not to be intrigued by his knowledge.
After the Forbidden City we moved on to the Temple of Heaven. This time Mike gave us a brief overview of the history and then allowed us to explore the temple for ourselves. The coloring of this structure stood out to me as it was blue rather than red which covers most of the structures we visited. As I learned, blue was used to symbolize Heaven throughout the buildings which really made it stand out in my mind compared to everywhere else we visited.
When we had finished touring the Temple of Heaven it was time for lunch!! The food was marvelous. We went to a small local restaurant and had a sampling of traditional Chinese food including Kung Pao chicken, sweet and sour pork, and the most delicious broccoli I’ve ever eaten in my life. Commonly found Chinese food is entirely different in Korea and it had been, literally, years since I’d tasted some of my favorites.
Following lunch we made the drive to see the Summer Palace. It was immense and incredible. We didn’t cover nearly a fraction of it, and that is something I would go back to Beijing to see more of. But Mike led us around explaining to us the history of the 17-arch bridge and the palace itself, happily answering any questions we asked. I have to say I think my favorite part of the day was getting to chat with him about his life in Beijing and his passion for Chinese history.
Just like that the tour was over. I was dropped off back at the hotel in the mid-afternoon and was excited to have time to visit Tiananman Square which was just a couple of subway stops away from where I was staying.
I jauntily walked into the hostel to grab my sunglasses, as the overcast day had turned sunny, when I was greeted by the sweet front desk manager.
“Ohh, Briana?”
“Yes?”
“The police came to look for you… We told them you were out, but they will be back soon to talk to you.”
“. . . ”
My heart and stomach fell to the floor simultaneously. This was it, I was being arrested in Beijing. Something must be wrong with my transit stay. I couldn’t think straight. The sweet girl calmly told me, “Just go to your room and take a rest, we will get you when they come back.”
For the next fifteen minutes I did nothing even close to resembling rest. I tried to be productive and re-pack my backpacks, but I wasn’t doing a very good job of consolidating. What are you supposed to do while waiting for the Beijing police to come talk to you????
Then there was the knock, “Briana? They’re here.”
I tried to smile and politely nod all the while not wetting my pants. The police officer starts asking me something in Mandarin. I look to the girl from the hostel for help answering his simple questions.
“Why are you here?”
“Just sightseeing”
“When are you leaving?”
“Tomorrow.” {so long as you don’t arrest me}
“Where are you flying to?”
“Tokyo.”{or anywhere where the police don’t look for me}
He nodded his head signaling that I could leave. I went back to my room holding my breath. Two minutes later I heard another knock at my door.
“Briana?”
“Yes?”
“They left.”
“Ohh thank goodness!! Is that normal?”
“Sometimes. For some people.”
Apparently they like to check-in occasionally, perhaps it was due to the 72-hour transit stay I was doing rather than an actual visa. Nonetheless, I was ready to move on to my travels in Japan. But I still had one more day in Beijing to visit the Great Wall. And that that was worth everything and more. Pure magic.
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