Finally, we are in Beijing. As the plane made its descent, it looked as if we were arriving into LA. The heavy smog blanketed the city with a yellowish cast.
The airport is quite modern, and we were greeted by two of the mascots.
The Olympic village itself resembles one of the many high rise apartment projects in Hong Kong. Flags of different countries hung outside the balconies, indicating which country is in residence.
I could not help feel a sense of pride as I spy the Guam flag hanging at one of the buildings, showing me where I will be staying for the next three weeks.
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