Doha is a massive, immensely busy airport with people two deep buying gold. We had a two hour transit time and thought we'd go to the gate and then get a coffee. Wrong. We just had time to buy bottled water and walk to the gate. As I said, massive.
Well if we thought Doha was massive, welcome to Beijing! It is a HUGE airport. We had to get on a train and go two stops to get to baggage reclaim. The time was now plus eight hours and it was possible I'd been hallucinating as I'd only slept for an hour in the last 29. Apparently it's 2pm but we've just had breakfast. But no, baggage reclaim really was a train journey away.
First impressions once we got out into Beijing were that it was very, very big and rather smoggy. It was hard to see far. It looks like a misty day at home but is something different, something that you can kind of taste a bit. There are so many sky scrapers and it's so very modern. It's like thousands of Media Cities. The motorways are eight lanes wide and completely clogged with traffic. The transfer from airport to hotel took 45-50 minutes of driving past these enormous towers. It was unlike any city we'd been to before.
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| There's miles and miles and miles of buildings like these! |
In the evening we had dinner in a local restaurant and our first weird dish of the day. Potatoes cut into chip shapes, cooked and covered in the sort of toffee that toffee-apples are dipped in. Now that's a dish you won't get in your local Chinese restaurant back home!
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