I began in Beijing, it was only fitting to end there.
China has wonders to behold and one is the high speed railway, considered to be one of the fastest around. The other wonders spread far and wide, from mountains that bend the imagination to sacred temples where only whispers are heard, but the biggest seat of China is Beijing.
Visiting Beijing comes with myth and legend. Emperors have risen and tumbled, the communist party made it the center of policy and culture, which continues to thrive to this day.
Leaving after a long period somewhere is always tough, but as the train shot away from Wuxi towards Beijing and the speed picked up to 310 km/h, I felt airy. A sensation that surprised me. I detected no traces of sadness, but only relief.
A new adventure was upon me and the sameness of where I just came from evaporated. I slipped into a pair of familiar, safe shoes.
To be blind to what was ahead, to stop looking backwards — there’s nothing like it is there? That swell of discovery.
I arrived in Beijing a cool 7 hours later and though it was the dark of night, I checked into my hotel which was a few blocks from Tiananmen Square and hit the pavement quickly, walking the streets with vigour.
I became an uncaged animal tasting freedom for the first time, but hadn’t realized that the chains of Wuxi were so tight, so suffocating. It was right to leave.
Below are a collection of photos from my short time in Beijing.