Ahh, Jetlag. We were so exhausted after a day of tramping around the city that we broke the cardinal rule of jetlag management and passed out around 5pm local time. We woke up at about 2am, and with nothing to do we decided to watch the Duck game stats update on gametracker. Not wanting to stare at a computer for 5 hours waiting to get word about our lost bags, we made a party of it and had a couple of Benadryl each, washed down by a shared bottle of Tsingtao. 15 minutes later, we were both passed out again like a couple of freshmen. We woke up around 7am local, read the thrilling (but disappointing) finish to the Ducks game.
Whatever is in that Benadryl stuff saved our jetlagged asses from several long hours of waiting, and another day of out-of-syncness. Now, it's off to score some Hutong breakfast, and then on to meet with the Friends of Old Beijing. The only problem now is that we still have no cameras, and we smell just like the locals... but maybe that means we get the local price on baozi and bing.