An American expat’s harrowing ride to two-wheeled freedom
If you’d told me, soon after I arrived in Beijing, that I’d ride a bike through the streets of China’s capital during rush-hour, I would’ve asked you what you were drinking.
Not that I’m green or timid. At 52, I’d visited over 30 countries and lived abroad twice before China. Once for a semester abroad in Sweden, and a year in the Netherlands shortly after getting married. I grew up on a farm in Washington State, but with a Danish mom and a dad with a perpetual case of wanderlust, I inherited the itch to explore the world.
Kirsten Harrington 