THE QUEUE is four wide and stretches endlessly into the distance. We shuffle along at an efficient, if not quick, pace.
I’m the only foreigner among the thousands of tourists around me – curious glances are sneaked, the odd stare.
We’re waiting to see the embalmed body of China’s most famous son, Mao Zedong, the man who brought communism to China. Continue reading “Beijing: Thronging to see Zedong”