Wind is howling throuh Beijing and making it virtually impossible for me to bike to work which can only mean one thing: SPRING! Whoever named Chicago "The Windy City" should have at least considered Beijing. Thanks to deforestation, in the spring winds blow down from the Gobi Desert and straight into the city. On good days it's just a strong wind, on bad days the wind picks up sand and brings it along for the ride too. The worst sandstorm in a long time (hundred years?) happened my first spring in Beijing. I awoke to find cars covered in a layer of what looked like orange snow...it turned out to be sand. Oh well, temperatures are rising and people are coming out of hiding and taking to the streets again, so I will stop complaining! Who cares if I have to walk around with a scarf over my face?
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