It seems that there is no end to the "just when you think you’ve seen/heard it all….." experiences one can accumulate in a city like Beijing. Last night, as I was coming home from enjoying a wonderful foot massage with a friend at the end of a crazy busy day, I find myself in a cab with a driver who was a Jehovah’s Witness!!! Will somebody please tell me where I am!
Random thoughts on living well where I don't belong
