Bye-bye Beijing, farewell to thee and thanks for the memories

The other day my friends Keiko and Oliver were having a barbecue in the handkerchief-sized courtyard of their siheyuan home, in a hutong off Beijing's Dongzhimennei Dajie.

By the time I got up to go home, it was close to midnight. Taxis are rare at that hour. Only a few showed up and were quickly grabbed by people dining out late at the eateries on Guijie Street. And most buses stop running after 11 pm.

I decided to walk.