If I’d made it to the Olympic Park for my planned night shooting of The Nest and the Water Cube, I wouldn’t have been left here strayed along the South College Road, adrift in the Zhongguancuendonglu — and ultimately — boozed out in Xueyuan Boulevard on this last two remaining nights here in Haidian District.
Thanks to the Beijing evening rush hour jam, no cab driver is insane enough to take me to North 4th Ring Road. So here I am marooned in Haidian.
To take away my night shooting blues, a bottle or two of the mighty Tsingtao along the slow sidewalks of Xueyuan Nanlu will do. The gridlocks have dashed all my hopes of capturing the Olympic Green and all its brilliance for this evening. At any rate, tomorrow will be Graduation day. Big day! So. I shall be hibernating early.
And then the wonderful unforeseen happened.
Anthony Loyola came out of nowhere. Grabbed a few more rounds and we swigged it all down. (Whoever says Micronesians are only rum busters haven’t met a Micronesian.) Then came the two ladies from PNG, Grace and Giyame and, in a little while, comes the rest of the gang. And so a tsunami of beers ensued.
What was at first a solemn communion between me and my Tsingtao intensified into a pre-Graduation party and into a one hell of a drinking jamboree! Can’t even remember how it all ended or how I dragged my wasted bag of bones back to the hotel.
Curse those Beijing cab drivers..