Welcome to the Jing

In a town called Erlian, which is the bordertown between Mongolia and China, a small army of efficient chinamen attached a new set of wheels, with a different gauge, to the whole train. During the operation passengers were allowed or forced to stay in the train.

There was anticipation and excitement in the air when the train hit the chinese tracks and headed towards Beijing. Everything had changed after crossing the border, the culture, the food and the scenery, and soon the buzzling metropol of Beijing would overwhelme us with it's offerings. 

At last we arrived to "the Jing". After 8,961 shots of vod... kilometers of tracks behind us, we were still smiling.

A classic thumbs-up pose at Tiananmen Square.

In Forbidden City we had a plan, that if someone from our group got lost, he could easily find the rest of the group by searching for the most stupid hats.

This magnificent structure is the Great Wall of China. We went there with style and took few fantastic photos.

Walking at the wall was a fucked up idea, while your suffering from a hangover, because it demanded some stamina.

We met a muslim girl, who introduced us the Hutong -area of Beijing. For dinner we ate an intestine soup, and while we were on the roll, we tried to buy dog-meat also. No success in that matter.

There was also a moment of synchronized ice-cream eating at the Hutong. Adorable pic!

We went to drink local beers at some side-alley bar. The muslim girl came with us to watch how Finnish people get funny after few beers. On the other hand, there was also an italian guy who got annoying after few beers.

We were making preparations for crazy partying at the party capital of China.

Nightlife in Beijing was outstanding. While others were socializing with some locals...

...others were starting to have a little bit too much fun.

One crazy night we had a minor dispute about the fare with rikshaw-drivers. Soon it was obvious, that the dispute would escalate into a physical confrontation. The buddy I was sharing the rikshaw with had planned "a simultaneous getaway" from the situation and forgotten to inform me about it, so I was left on the spot to do all the fighting. My opponent was an old lady. She tried to chop my head off with some serious kung-fu moves, but luckily the only casualty was my shirt.

Beijing gave us fantastic moments, some of them hostile, but most of them friendly. In conclusion, the Jing has some crazy shit prepared for travellers, so be ready and enjoy.