Yesterday afternoon, Darren Cui was joking about becoming canned meat in one of the buses in Beijing. We were laughing about it over lunch. Little did I know that later in the evening, I would become one of the ingredients of canned meat 988.
Follow up:
I was on my way to visit a secondary school mate (in other places, they call it high school) that I haven't seen for about 7 years. Firstly, I missed the first 988 bus by about half a minute. I was walking towards the bus stop and a 988 just flew by. The bus stop wasn't that far away, maybe about slightly further than what Liu Xiang had to run for his 110 metre hurdle record. But of course, I am not that fast.
. I was panting like I just ran a marathon. But I guess the extra heat I generated was nice since its winter. What a lovely start for my trip to Wang Jing (or more specifically Da Shan Zi Bei Zhan)!
About 15-20 minutes later, another 988 came by and it was packed with people. The bus attendant (more like an aggressive usher) was kindly asking people to go in and claimed there were lots of space in the back. So there I was, hardly able to grab hold of support, travelling in a bus very intimately close with other passengers for about 45 minutes. It was hot and I think if I was there for a short while longer I would really turn into canned meat! Delicious!
I did arrive anyway and found where I wanted to go easily. Luckily the way back was more pleasant, took only about 20 minutes and I had a seat! Maybe I should have taken Cindy's advice to take a 852. Darn! ![]()

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