I’m not entirely sure, but I can get us as far as Rory. We leave. We eat breakfast. We swim, we shower, we try to be a little mellow. At 2 there will be a cake for Sam’s birthday (Monday, really) and at 3 there will be kite-flying at the Temple of Heaven Park for same. I think there will be acrobats that night–we’re making up for lost time.
Sunday: Great Wall. Airplane.
There remains plenty that could go wrong, and I’ve kind of had the optimism knocked out of me. It’s cooled off, though, and I’m hoping for a good night’s sleep.