Well, we went around the city. A lot. In a bus. Back and forth from the Geoscience International Conference Centre. Up there, north-west, 5th ring of too big a city.
Of course you hate that bus. Too tiny, slow, stubbornly stuck in Beijing eternal traffic jams or going in circles for mysterious reasons only Confucius would know.
On the other hand, the bus is your best friend when outside is 40 degrees and pollution gets so heavy you have a hard time breathing.
In those circumstances, the minimum you could expect is a Ukulele to appear.
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