With so much Asian influence, Honolulu was the perfect buffer back to the 48 great, but not as great as Hawaii, states. The best example of the apparent culture blend was right outside our hotel; there was an Udon noodle bar on one side of the street and a Taco Bell on the other. Especially with my being known to eat the Bell three times in one day, it shocked me that I’d chosen a bowl of noodles over the long-deprived Crunch Wrap Supreme. In all of Asia, we’d seen McDonald’s, Burger King, Arby’s and even Dairy Queen, but we did not see a single Taco Bell. That Great Wall has sure kept some gems out of the area. Anyways, I realize it’s been two weeks since I’ve last posted and, considering this blog serves as my digital diary, I thought a gap in my records would run my memory awry for future nostalgia. So I’ll write some things about our last stop in Asia, Beijing. To get around this massive metropolis, the newly paved metro is your most efficient bet. You can quite easily navigate and conquer sprawling Beijing, although you must be willing to forgo all personal space
