…Eager to explore but unsure of where to go, my friend and I jumped on our skateboards and joined the chaotic stream of cyclists. As cars and mopeds hurtled around us, our jet lag was quickly overcome with exhilaration. The streets of Beijing were foreign, frantic and exciting. We had become its blood, coursing through the veins of the city. At the next intersection, we screeched to a halt as the lights turned red. Across the road stood a girl on a longboard, her green dress fluttering gently in the warm evening breeze. Perhaps she knew a place for us to skate?
We didn’t share a common language, but she was more than happy to help. Pulling up a translation app on her phone, she offered to show us the city. First we went to Houhai Lake, arriving just in time for a stunning sunset boat ride. As darkness fell, we headed to Olympic Park and decided to skate around its 10km cycle route. By this point, the girl’s phone had died, but it didn’t seem to matter. We pushed into the night without another word, listening only to the purring of our wheels and the orchestra of a billion insects.
You can seek adventure all you want; but at the crossroads of chance and choice, the purest adventures may well come to you.