The evils of reading...

She leaned against the door in her room, closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. Twelve more days in Beijing. Each day was and endless array of walking around, trying to answer questions that probably had no answer. This frusterated her. She walked into her room. Making it back to the dorm each afternoon was always such a relief. No more walking the streets. Not at least until tomorrow. Beijing was a fascinating city, but it's biggest gift was a true appreciation of peace and quiet. Another day done be it good or bad.

She switched on CCTV International, only to find a documentary about ancient tea being told by a fat white guy. He could use an all tea diet. She pressed the buttons on the remote and the screen changed to the sports channel which was showing some sort of international table tennis. competition. Table tennis was going to remain another unanswered question about China. Didn't they realize it was ping-pong? She sighed and pressed the remote again. The screen went blank. She laid back on her bed and closed her eyes. Maybe a quick nap before spinning. She closed her eyes and decided that narrating her life in the second person was a really really annoying habit and that she really needed to get out of China before she read too many more Tom Clancy books.