Guess who's back...back again.
I am back in the middle kingdom.
The flights home were amazing: had a whole row to myself, both flights. Touched down on time in Beijing, and braced myself for the worst.
The worst cold. The worst queues. The worst cab ride. The worst apartment dust. The worst stale water. The worst EVERYTHING.
And you know what? I was totally wrong.
I touched down at 115am, and was home (and unpacked!) by 3am, thanks largely to a black cab who drove me home at Mach 4. Arrival at home was brilliant: SO CLEAN, and my cleaner had obviously run out of things to do, as all my shoes had been cleaned, with the shoelaces were drying on the heater.
It’s already full on back at work, but you know what? I’m feeling good about this year.