Upon the wings of a phoenix I flew to the Middle Kingdom.

Somewhere over the frozen wastelands of Siberia.

New York to Beijing flights take an interesting flight path.

At least I made it to my hotel, Lu Song Yuan Binguan, northeast of the Forbidden City.

The room was certainly nice enough, and very Chinese.

Lu Song Yuan courtyard passageway.

Hotel courtyard.

Lu Song Yuan hotel during the daytime.

Tiananmen Gate to the Forbidden City.

Looking back from Tiananmen Square.

This ain't the good ol' U.S. of A.

He's the man with the master plan.

Chillin' with my comrades.

Power to the people! Outside Chairman Mao's mausoleum.