Beijing used to be known as Peking. In fact, some people still refer to it that way. The airport code is PEK. Last night I enjoyed some Peking Duck for the first time. It’s more of an ordeal than, say, if someone were to come to the US and have turkey.
There’s actually a correct way to eat it. First you open this thin little tortilla on your plate. You dip the duck meat into a sauce, then you add a couple veggies–looks like maybe a cucumber and something else that’s kind of in the radish family. You’d think you just wrap it up like a burrito. But then, you’d get kindly scolded in Chinese and shown how to do it the correct way. Honestly, it tastes great either way.
This morning is one of the clearest days we’ve had since I’ve been in Beijing. Last week, some local regulations were in place that only allowed car license plates ending in even numbers to be on the road certain days. The other days they allowed the odd numbers. It seems to have had a good effect on the atmosphere for a few days at least. You can see some mountains in the distance there on the horizon which, I’m told, is an unusual site.
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