Oh, we knew this little day would arrive sooner or later. Today is when Team Dinosaur fractures into two distinct halves.

At 8pm tonight, Andrew and I will be taking a train, then a bus to Beijing, where we will ride bikes and eat the hell out of dumplings. Oh, sweet Jesus, have I been waiting my entire life to eat dumplings in Mother China. Food poisoning be damned, I’m going to buy my own set of chopsticks and munch from stall to stall to stall. It’s like my Rocky moment, though instead of climbing stairs and punching cold beef I’ve been wandering the Byzantine blocks of New York’s Chinatowns, haggling with wizened men and women for the crispiest, freshest pot stickers around.

Anyhoo. Now that I’m properly salivating, I must tell you that tomorrow Mims and Jon will also be flying to Beijing, before heading south to the land of cheap tailoring and pho soup: Vietnam, baby.

It’s a monumental day, a sad one at that, but we’ve had a good little run. In any event, Mims and I will still be updating the site until we return to America, whereupon we’ll promptly be thrown in jail for trying to drive a car off-road across Central Park before riding on the curbs of the Lower East Side.

Wish us safe travels again! I have a bottle of Mongolia vodka and two icy beers that’ll be promising sweet, adventurous times tonight.

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