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It is late in the afternoon when my husband Rens and I land in
A bus takes us and our twelve new travel companions (we travel with the Dutch travel organization Koning Aap) to the Dongfang Hotel.
I’m exited when I look from the window of our posh hotel room, it views a hutong and it’s proof we’re actually in
From our hotel we walk in the direction of Tiananman square. This leads us through the grubby hutong where locals sit and chat in front of their houses. We end up in a busy shopping street that is lined with food stalls that sell fruit and all sorts of pikes with meat and tofu.
Many Chinese people are shopping, they stroll slowly in front of my feet and loudly yell their gibberish at each other. More and more shopkeepers boost their products with either a earsplitting microphone or piercing megaphone. The crowds are tiresome, the deafening noises drive me crazy.
When we finally reach the Tiananman square it’s like we’re finally able to breath (that is, once we are able to cross the street without being run over). All of a sudden there is more room to walk around and we silently absorb the atmosphere of the huge open area where a couple of families play with kites. At the far end of the square, we see the enormous portrait of Mao that hangs over the entrance of the
We return to the hotel and go to bed. Our first encounter with