The shuffling of Zhao Yihe, my boss, down the office corridor came to a shocked halt when he saw me. With his hair wet, his feet in plastic slippers and a towel draped around his neck, he must have come from the bathhouse at the back of the office compound. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays were shower days for men, and Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays for women. “Did you miss the bus?” he asked. “No, I’m eating lunch here now, downstairs,” I replied. Foreign experts like myself normally took a private bus back to our hotel … Continue reading All Out in Beijing by Marcia Yudkin →