Six students from the University of Pittsburgh Honors College trek across Mongolia in search of illumination, perspective, and the perfect cup of Yak-milk tea.

Saturday, May 21, 2005

"It's a Stupa.
Yeah?
Yeah.
You're stupa."



    Hello all! This will most likely be my last entry from Beijing. Tommorow, we board a sleeper car to Shanghai, The City That Likes Its Eggs Sunnyside Up. I don't know if that's the real title, but like New York (The City That Never Sleeps), Boston (Yes. We've Already Heard Your Bad Impression Of A Boston Accent, Thanks), and our beloved Pittsburgh (Dahntahn n' At, Past Where Montoni's Used To Be), all cities deserve a secondary title. Nowhere more than in untrained imitations of travel writing. Let me know if you see one.
    Though I am excited to be heading onwards to Shanghai, I am already growing nostalgic about leaving Beijing, and with it, the first leg of our Asian adventure. There are so many stones left unturned here, I feel. I would liked to have had more time to walk around in Beijing and get a better sense of its vastness. We have made great inroads, though: The Temple of Heaven, Confucius Temple, The Forbidden City, the Great Wall, Tiananmen Square, among others.
    Yesterday, I had the opportunity to speak with some Beijing University students. They were immaculately professional and studious. However, they were also very personable and polite. One of them bore a striking resemblance (both in manners and appearance) to one Chris Berger. There wasn't some magical moment when we learned that despite all of our differences, we were the same underneath it all. We were students from two very different views of the world, from two very different systems. On the whole, it was a fascinating and informative experience.
   Well folks, I think that's all for this one. Goodbye, Beijing.