The rest of my time was spent in
Qinhuangdao. A resort city on the coast of
Bo Hai Sea which flows into the Yellow Sea.
My hotel was on the water. There
was a spectacular view from my room on the eighteenth floor. You looked out onto the water. Below me were manicured garden paths leading
down to a winding boardwalk and beach.
The weather was mild. The tourists were gone for the season. I saw few people on the beach. It would be a nice spot for a vacation. But this was a work trip and we spent our
days at various manufacturing facilities while taking in a few of the local
sites. There were no women readily
available to entertain businessmen. No
bar at the hotel.
My host spent a lot of time trying
to feed me. I was a disappointment. Food holds no interest for me, especially
seafood. Their seafood is all work. Giant shrimp with shell tentacles and eyes still
intact and small crabs both leave a pile of waste on your plate for little
meat.
I found myself with a lot of alone
time. That is never good. My thoughts would return to Billie On my previous
trips to China I would be communicating with her constantly. I longed to reach out to
her. As time passes I find myself hating
her more but missing the relationship we had.
If she were in front of me would I still be able to hate her? I do not know the answer. They say time heals all wounds but do you
ever get back what you had?
This trip was so uneventful I
cannot stretch it into multiple posts.
Yes, I stood on the Great Wall. Yes, I saw some interesting things but the shroud over my heart does not allow them
to reach me. I wanted to go home. I wanted to be free of my thoughts. I wanted what I no longer had.
I do not like that she still occupies so much of my thoughts and so much of this blog. I know in my heart she is missing me too. People have been saying you cannot replace one person with another. It feels like she has done that.
