Beijing international airport terminal 3 is like the Hongkong Chek Lap Kok airport blown up 10 times. The giant glass structure makes a 5 minute walk feel like a 50 minute hike and it takes forever to get to a convenience store. As impressive as it is architecturally, I find their Internet service frustrating, just slightly less than the Singapore Changi airport. At 3 am I walked to 3 different information counters ( bearing in mind it felt like walking from bukit batok to clementi) which sent me in a wild goose chase for an elusive machine that refused to scan my passport. And after approaching the last irate info counter, my patience was running out. Just as well, I was told i couldn't do anything till morning. So I decided to go rest before I decide to yell at a machine or an irate info counter lady. So I sat down on a bench and ran through the different permutations I could sleep in to make sure nothing was stolen and that anyone who tried to move my bag would be bestowed with my death glare like right in their face. I decided the "spoon" seemed to offer me the best protection. So I slept like a koala bear hugging my backpack like a tree trunk with it strapped in the front. In the end, I got pwned by my own amateurish airport sleeping. I ended choosing the busiest junction of the beijing airport, which is the area right in front of the departure gates to sleep. By 530 I was awoken by noisy passenger traffic. Literally hoards of people just thronging through the gates and there were a couple of teenage boys standing around me trying to see if they could get a seat. Shuteye disrupted, I figured what the hell ... I'll just get up now. China's airports don't sell contact lens solution or cheap sunblock, the two things that unfortunately got confiscated at the Singapore Airport due to its size.