Beijing met me again at 3 a.m. after 7 hours spent in a vestibule of a train car in an embrace with my bycycle bag. I was dreaming only about returning to my hotel as I descended to the platform. But my hopes were in vain. The police had blocked all the central streets this night: the capital was getting prepared for a National day holiday. Later I found another hotel that served me, but before that happened, there were several hours to look at the city waking up.