So, it gets very hot here in Beijing, it’s humid as ship and I have been walking many miles a day here so I am sweaty and sticky and smelly all the day long. Another truth, traffic is insane, I am risking my life every single time I cross the road. It has never been truer that there is safety in numbers. I have learned to cross the road with other people. I follow the crowd weaving around; motor bikes, scooter bikes, bikes driven by grandmas, bikes driven by grandpas, garbage bikes, recycling trikes, delivery bikes, good for nothing bikes and most carry more than one passenger all aside from the cars and buses, oh my! I’ve learned you only take “taxi-taxis,” never the black wanna-be-taxis as they might be human trafficking taxis. My sister told me not to get sold or stolen while in China, so I will only ride in real taxis or on the really clean subway (that isn’t sarcasm, it really is clean, except for that one staircase by line 13 that smells like urine). Here there are humans, millions and millions of people EVERYWHERE and there is no order for the people traffic, “red light, eh, stop if you feel like it, but proceed if that is what the crowd is doing even if you’re walking blatantly in front of vehicles that clearly have the right of way.”
Even with lack of order there seems to be a nice flow here, people seem to be traveling at a content, but purposed pace and none seem too burdened.
Also, here in Beijing there is a thing. A thing that is a thing in China is a very big thing because there are so many people doing the things. One bewildering observation I have made of the things here, while out and about showering in my own sweat, is of Chinese men cooling themselves by folding up their shirt to expose their bellies, all of them, young and old all over the city. At times you even catch one playing with his belly button or slapping his big Buddha belly, I have to admit, when I see them, as sweat is running down my swass crack, I feel completely jealous. If I were a Chinese man, I’d be The Man with the friendly chin hair, slapping my buddha belly and I would hold extreme direct eye contact ALL THE DAY LONG.