After the energy draining, butt bruising, slip-disk inducing train ride, I roamed around the divisoria-ish crowded Beijing Train station to look for a tourist booking counter to try my luck in upgrading my ticket back to Shanghai. Well I guess my lucky star just exploded to a Justin Bieber (???)–I re-booked, only to find out I got a train ride to Inner Mongolian border to Siberia. Pfrt!
I got too exhausted looking for a map to take me to the subway to my Hostel, so I flagged a cab and got ripped off, …

First, I want to apologize for not posting in the past three weeks. I guess “on the road blogging” is a talent, and in our case, a skill that is yet to be honed.
I am currently in the middle of non-English speaking China. Which part? believe me, I tried asking and all I got so far are blank faces and a solitary cricket chirping in the background. Earlier I was in a convenient store and I was asking if they have a nail cutter, the lady gave me all sorts of …