So I have yet to indulge in the joys of an animal’s, ahem, special appendage. Nonetheless, the last several days have featured a full-on cavalcade of oddball eats. Have you ever eaten the pointy bill on a chicken’s head? Sweet babies, now I have.

And I probably won’t again.

I won’t bore you with a grocery list of goodness, but know this: I have found nirvana. It is riding a bike around Beijing while eating a bag of fresh-steamed dumplings. If I’m forced to choose how my life will end, this may be selection: Popping the last steaming, pork-licious dumpling into my mouth as a bun turns me into road pizza.

Anyhoo, tomorrow I head back to America. Today Mims flies to Vietnam. So does Jon. Andrew remains in Beijing until the ninth, then takes the train to Vietnam. It’s sad, but know what’s astounding? I have one more day to cruise around this fair, polluted town on my broken-down $20 bike, filling my belly to Buddha-like proportions. Dumplings, I’m coming for you.

P.S. This’ll be just about my last post on this here beautiful Web thingie. If you want to continue to read any of my words, I post most of my articles and so on over at: My So-Called Strife.  Also, we’ll likely be posting a packet of photos here on the site upon the return. So check back sporadically for supreme excitement.

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