Last day in Beijing. I met Sylvia for breakfast and we talked about going to the 798 Art District. she had already been but felt like she didn't get to see enough of it, and I really wanted to go. We said goodbye to the Swiss girl who was going in the general direction as me, so we may try to meet again along the way.
798 is what you get when you restrict creativity for years. The art was very trendy. In a way, it was really its own unique style. Much of the art seemed to comment on the political environment of China and Chinese culture. It was industrial, but still clean and tasteful , except maybe the giant naked sumo statue. I was let down that there was nothing to do with the Monkey King or Hui Han though.
I got on my sleep train that evening. I had a top bunk, which meant I wouldn't be able to sit up, but all I really wanted to do was sleep, so it worked out.
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