So said the sign at the aiport (above).
I will be in Beijing all this week, then moving down to Xiamen for a few days.
I never thought I would miss the smell of pollution, but, when I stepped off the plane, the unmistakable smell of coal plants, construction dust and cigarettes made me tear up …
… mainly because I was breathing pollution, construction dust and cigarette smoke. But at least a little piece was love for one o the world’s great cities—a sweaty, dirty sprawling mess of a place that I love.
All told, I should be blogging more over the next two weeks.