All right, enough of that verbal nonsense. Let's get started.
My husband and I, along with another couple, took a Sinorama tour. A Cultural Tour of China. There were about 270 on our tour, about 30 on our bus, and 8 at our table. It was a great fit, in my opinion. We were a good group, one as diverse as any I had experienced. Although mostly Canadian, we represented nearly all the cultures in the world. I really enjoyed learning with them.
We arrived in Beijing after a 13 hour flight, and bused to our hotel, The Loong Palace. It was late, and due to a rough plane ride, we'd not been fed breakfast. Interestingly, though, we'd been given a cup of noodles mid-flight, the kind your children beg to take for their lunches, but with both a fork and chopsticks. I chose the fork.
Since we were hungry, we headed out looking for food and ending up in a bar where a Brit recommended the pizza. Yup, our first day in China and we ate pizza.