Beijing has really taught me so much about China and the Chinese people. I guess until one truly explores and opens their hearts up to the possibility that maybe, just maybe, their impressions of a particular people, village or society could be romanticized, skewed and downright stereotyped, they will always bear just half a loaf. They are bereft of the other half loaf that contains the treasure chest of empathy, connectivity, rich in culture, a beauty of nature that leaves its beholder speechless, breathless, incapable of ever conveying or replicating this beauty again with which anyone they wish to share.
Beijing is the capital city of China, containing approximately 22 million people. But Beijing, like any other major city, has its traffic and rush hour. I have yet to see any beat-up car; all are nice, fairly new or brand new with common models of BMW, Honda, Audi, and Toyota. However, cars can only be driven on certain days, dependent on the odd and even numbers on their license plates. The wealthy can always maneuver around this rule and they purchase multiple cars so that every day, they are able to drive their own vehicle without needing to depend on public transportation. On the other hand, there is a fair share of bicycles and motorcycles, but mostly, the Chinese walk. Every now and then you'll hear a few honks, but the city is so quiet, like a smooth breeze that transitions the day effortlessly. The Chinese culture is very subdued and they exhibit an innate level of patience I've never witnessed...EVER!
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