The Sound of Merriment!

Just woke up to the sound of drunken merriment by 5 or 6 Americans.

They’re a bunch of English teachers from Seoul taking the holidays in China.

They’d brought a bottle of Maker’s Mark with them from the Inchon International Airport and gave me the honor of the last swig.

I had earlier been searching the liquor stores all over Beijing for a bottle and was disappointed to find none.  Not that I expected to find it here.

But some young Americans saved me.