Touch down in Beijing on Tuesday
17th March after a delayed flight and an almost-lost
luggage in Hong Kong. Very exciting times ahead! We did nothing except from
having a shower, having a walk around the block and buy some fruit at
the local Chinese market which reminded us a lot of the Footscray
Market in Melbourne... No no, not homesick yet.
After going to bed at 8pm (we were a
little jet-lagged despite the time difference only being 3 hours) we
woke up at 5am the following morning, our faces covered in
mosquito bites. Our room was full of them even though spring has
hardly arrived and the weather is quite cold still. Mission for the
day – finding mozzie spray or a mozzie net.
We spent our very first day walking. We
left the hostel at 7 and, after eating a deep fried pancake with
lettuce and chicken for breakfast from a little food stand on the
side of the road, went to the Uzbek Embassy in Beijing North and
spend a couple of hours lining up in the cold to apply for a tourist
visa - we will be visiting this country later on in late May/June.
We'll have to go back on the following Wednesday to collect the visa
and pay.
After this we walked to the Lama Temple
a few kilometres away, it was very crowded and decided not to enter,
then ended up back in the city to visit
the Forbidden City.
Did you know that you need to pass a security check like at the airport between Tiananmen
Square and the Forbidden City? They were not very bothered with us, but controls were quite thorough.
Long story short, the Forbidden City was the imperial residence during the imperial time in Beijing - dated 1406 to 1420. Common people were not allowed in the Forbidden City, it was only for the Imperial Family, the emperor's wives and concubines, his soldiers, hence the name. The complex is very large and contains almost 1000 typical Chinese architecture buildings.
Visiting the Forbidden City was
interesting, however we were a little disappointed to find
that most buildings have been fully restored and look just like they
had been build last week... it did take away that ancient charm.
Vendors waiting for tourists like sharks at the exit gate was also
not the highlight of the day.
We managed to buy bug spray from a
pharmacy on the way home and learned that mosquitoes are called wenzi
in Mandarin. The shop assistant was very nice and communicated with
us using her English translator on her phone despite Alex speaking some Chinese Mandarin (she would just not talk), like most people here seem to do since English is not a very known language.