We packed, said goodbye to Shenyang and once again, we took the train to Beijing.
I couldn’t imagine going to China and now I don’t want to leave China—typical of me. Feng was sad to leave Shenyang as well because in a way, it’s home.
Beijing feels awfully complicated after Xi’an and Shenyang. It’s smoggy, crowded, less easy-going and more expensive. There are tons of places to visit but getting a ticket—or rather a QR code—is difficult.
We were aiming for the Forbidden City. Yes, well, 40,000 Chinese do as well—daily. This is the daily cap and it’s reached, well, daily. It’s impossible to get tickets. The Forbidden City is forbidden, to us at least. The same goes for the amazing National Museum of China. Free admission, good luck booking your spot.
So instead, we went to Beihai Park, the former imperial garden right next to the Forbidden City. We climbed the hill to the White Dagoba and we went to see the Nine-Dragon Wall.
It wasn’t supposed to rain today but it did, all day long, and not just your summer refreshing rain but downpours. We still explored the Temple of Heaven among a sea of umbrellas, then we took shelter in one of Xidan’s malls.