I took myself to Beijing for my fiftieth birthday. It was probably my first solo trip. I remember finding my way to the ballet all alone by walking there and simply asking for help. I got there and back. I learned to always have a card with the hotel name and address just in case i get in trouble.
So last night after a fourteen hour flight I was there again but it wasn't quite as dirty and the airport, bulit some five years ago was vast and gorgeous. Here are a few shots.