WTF just happened?
I got up at 6 in the morning, dropped my backpack off at the hotel front desk and took a cab to the airport:
What a tired morning.
What a quiet ride.
What a weird feeling to do these things that I hadn’t thought I’d be doing again for a while.
Like checking in:
or hanging around in waiting areas:
…or boarding airplanes:
A look out the window in Xianyang:
…and one and a half hours later, again in Beijing:
This had taken me more than 3 months to walk, now 90 minutes to fly.
I felt like the joke was on me.
Nobody was waiting for me at the arrivals, because I was incognito – nobody knew I was coming:
The cab ride was a quiet rush through the pre-Olympic motor madness:
Then I got to where I had started from months ago (the first day):
I took the elevator up to the 21st floor where I used to live:
The doors slowly slid open.
My neighbor and good friend Xiaohei was waiting for me in his apartment.
PS: I haven’t told you WHY I am back in Beijing?
Considering the fact that I can’t walk anywhere with my foot, I am going to do something that I should have done a while ago:
Apply for a new passport.