Before going to sleep on Wednesday night, I had spread the word amongst the new arrivals that I would be running every morning before classes and anyone and everyone with a hankering to see Beijing before 7:00 am was invited to join me. The mandatory language pledge on our program would not begin until Monday but already something must have been lost in translation since the next morning only one jet-lagged shirtless dude was waiting by the campus gate. After waving aside my warning that the park we planned to tackle might require him to be fully clothed, we set off. When my warning was born out, the park was out of bounds so yours truly got his first crack at the smoggy sidewalks of Beijing. Initial verdict: Bad and worse. Bad because the air still has the clogging sense that makes me feel like my lungs are drowning and worse because if this is supposed to be the new and improved Olympic ready air quality, well, I suggest they run the marathon on treadmills.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Putting My Foot Down
There is a legend. And to protest is daft. Peter O'Toole
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