We stepped out of Beijing’s airport into a three-hour ride that inexplicably took six hours. In Tangshan people stared at us as we pushed the foreigner count up to nine. We stared back at people cycling, riding motorbikes and mopeds and general hooting and organized chaos. We studied the street stalls selling all kinds of things and stepped into the serene calm cleanliness of a first world shopping centre with first world prices.
People played cards in the park, or danced or chatted and engaged with us. We watched a hazy sunset from the temple on the hill.
Other than that I took photos of street names in case I got lost and couldn’t remember the names or couldn’t pronounce them.