My idea was to take the metro to the International Airport the next morning and bok tickets for the plane to London. Jennifer had a brilliant idea: why not ask the hotel to do it for us. We were passed to the splendid Mister Coolio who spoke excellent English learned from listening to hip-hop music, and he did everything for us. He booked the flight tickets and when we mentioned the cost of staying in his hotel, he made a reservation at the Novotel, a 10-minute walk away through Beijing’s top fashionable shopping district. Wufingjing. So we booked in and then spent an afternoon shopping.
Beijing Nuo hotel bedroom
Mister Coolio
Wufingjing shopping street
Dragon on Wufingjing
