Tuesday, February 2, 2010

China Reflection Essay (concluding thoughts on my experience)

China and the United States have very distinct cultures and therefore attach higher significance to different values.  Their histories have created the ideological divide that separates them; however, globalization has been bringing the two together in ways that few could have expected in the millennia leading up to the opening of China to the rest of the world.  By visiting businesses in China and speaking with a wide variety of citizens we learned much about how things are changing there, though the culture remains deeply Chinese.  It is unlikely that a couple of centuries of exposure to the West and other cultures will have a profound effect on many traditions and customs in China.  Though it is changing rapidly to reflect new cultures, the richness of Chinese history will ensure that they remain distinct even in the twenty-first century and beyond.  Certainly as a people they have experienced an influx of culture that has ushered in irrevocable modifications both good and bad; as engineering and business students, understanding these transformations will be crucial to understanding our careers and the markets we will serve.

                Because of the large number of misattributions that are made between different cultures, I think that one of the most important things that we can do as Christians in global business is to understand both cultures as well as possible in order to let the two interact smoothly.  As an engineer, knowing what each culture values in good design, I can be in a position to offer solutions that are acceptable to both cultures, or design a product for a specific culture based on their different assignment of importance.  For example, over and over again in the company meetings we heard that price and utility trump the highest quality in almost all situations.  Is quality important to the Chinese?  Of course it is, however the most important thing is that the job gets done as cheaply as possible.  In the United States, there is a focus on providing features that the customer may not have asked for, in anticipation of a higher quality product that will go above expectations.  This adds to the value of the product by trying to envision future problems that the customer may not have considered.  In China, the thinking is that if the job is done today cheaply, the task has been taken care of and when another problem does come up it can be dealt with quickly and cheaply using another resolution.  Solutions do not need to take into account the long term situation, because that may not be in the budget.  Understanding differences like this will be important as companies try to serve both markets simultaneously.  One of the keys to teasing out differences such as these is to either visit China and interview many multinational companies like we did, or to more simply look at differences and similarities between the people themselves in order to find where value is placed.

                One of the largest cultural differences between Americans and Chinese people are they way that they conceive of themselves.  This likely stems from the way the two nations developed and grew.  China began from tribal groups all originating in the same area of land.  These groups grew to become kingdoms, which warred between each other and eventually became larger kingdoms and dynasties, containing great numbers of people.  There were separations when kingdoms split or were defeated, but they were mostly from the same ethnic group and individual families stayed united despite such divisions.  Because the people were always part of a well-defined group, the culture that propagated was a very collective one, where worth was placed in one's contribution to the greater group.  The whole in Chinese groups is greater than the sum of each individual contribution.  Individual success is considered such only if it is in cooperation of the group, and it is looked at modestly because it is so much less important than shared success.  The history of the United States is much different and logically leads to the individualism we see prominently in its culture today.  From its very conception, America incorporated many different people groups, from the Pilgrims who arrived for religious reasons to the English merchants who came for economic opportunities.  Each group came for different reasons and had no cause to consort with the others except for possible trade.  Because the groups did not work together to achieve greater success and were splintered into their separate factions, the value of group unity and collectivism was never established.  The American culture was developed on self-reliance: you have to do it for yourself, because everyone else is busy doing their own thing.  Even from the beginning it was this way; the Pilgrims could not have helped the Virginia colonies succeed because they were fighting for their own lives.  It went both ways and was probably one of the reasons that individual state sovereignty was valued by the Founding Fathers rather than a stronger central government like those found in China.  This would later be exaggerated by the large numbers of immigrants from many different nations; most associating with members of their own culture.

                Another difference between Chinese and American people is the way they view social structure and relationships.  In China the social situation is based more hierarchically, with individuals knowing where they stand with respect to those around them.  This affects how they relate with or do not relate with certain people.  There are well defined rules for interaction with those higher in the hierarchy as well as those beneath.  It is expected that these customs be followed, which is how the hierarchy is maintained.  The United States holds a very informal, egalitarian view of social relationships.  Everyone is supposed to be equal to everyone else.  In practice it does not work this way, as family and work related connections mostly based financially tend to drive interaction.  The rich naturally fall at the top of the social hierarchy.  Politically it is thought that a person in any position can achieve any level of success based on their own ability; this depends largely on the resources and connections they have, which is again related to hierarchy.  We are not as different as one might think.

Despite these differences, there were a variety of similarities to be noticed between the two people.  Chinese and Americans both have a strong national identity.  The Chinese people that I met were very proud to be Chinese, and openly acknowledged that there have been changes to their culture.  They are confident in the ability of their country to succeed, by taking advantage of the incredible growth they are experiencing there.  At English Corner in the Renmin Park in Shanghai, I had several questions about the difference in the ways that the Chinese and Americans have weathered the financial crisis.  Most would point out that even in the face of the downturn the Chinese have exhibited massive growth.  They were proud of this, and I conceded that their growth was impressive and healthier than America's which was actually a small decline.  I naturally had to point out that growth does not necessarily indicate maturity, but progress, though I added that I do not think it will take much time for the Chinese economy to mature.  Our discussion shows how much of each person is tied to their nationality, a characteristic that crosses cultures and can provide necessary unity in unfortunate circumstances.

Additionally, both Americans and Chinese put great worth in their children, specifically in ensuring that they have the most opportunity to succeed.  Again at English Corner, some parents coaxed their child to come up and talk to me in English to develop his skills, even at such an early age.  They wanted him to be able to succeed at English speaking to maximize his opportunities for working and living later.  Likewise, while we were sitting on a bench at Dr. Sun Yat Sen's mausoleum steps, a little boy came up to us and said his A, B, C's to us and counted for us in English.  His parents were proud of him and wanted him to become better at English as well.  Chinese people want the best for their children which was evident to me in both of the situations I experienced, and this was before either of the children was even in school; they were both very young, probably less than four years old.  Like American parents they also try to find the best schools for their children to prepare them for adult life.  Unsurprisingly, the intangible things like patriotism and wanting the best for the children, who will be their future, are what stay the same across cultures.

It was through the similarities and differences that God showed me what it means to be a foreigner or an outsider in general.  I think that God is asking me to be less judgmental in general, but especially in the context of interactions with other cultures.  I have realized that there is the tendency in me to misattribute actions; this is something that I can really work at.  I also feel God telling me to develop some of my cross cultural acquaintances into friendships and to perhaps do this by more intentionally engaging other cultures.  Being in China, talking to the people and living as an outsider for a short period of time has been good practice and preparation for more purposeful interactions.  One of the things I enjoyed most about the Chinese people was the way the people handled cross-cultural interactions.  Most all of the Chinese I met were genuinely interested in learning about the American culture and way of speaking.  There were many occasions where I was stopped on the street and had conversations with people, students usually, some of which I have continued since we have been back in the States.  They worked around making misattributions by asking questions instead of just assuming things.  Many of the questions struck at how much of the world sees Americans, but I was able to offer my perspective to them and hopefully change some of their stereotypes of us.  My favorite part of being in China was having these interactions with the people because we both had a chance to just communicate and put aside the things we did not know about each other, and find answers directly.  I also appreciated the hospitality that we were shown from the Chinese.  In our business meetings the company representatives went out of their ways to make us comfortable; many companies served us meals, even when we were almost an hour late.  Our special treatment was likely due to our status as Americans, and in places where few Americans travel they were probably trying to make a good impression.  I think we can learn from their hospitality and in general be better hosts to those who come to us from both near and far away.

Churches were another place where we received remarkable hospitality.  I think this is a way that God is working around the world among Christians.  The first two churches were in Chinese and they provided translation for English speakers, members of the congregation went out of their way to ensure that our headsets were working properly and that we had Bibles and hymnals.  Personally I felt like we were truly brothers and sisters despite the obvious barriers, which is something only God can accomplish.  The third worship service, an international one, was also a wonderful example of God bringing unity to his church, because though we came from all over the world, we were able to worship God together as one voice.  The church in China is strong, invites the stranger and shares the faith intentionally; they support us and as members of our family deserve our support as well.  God is truly doing amazing things through his church around the world.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Day 20 (2)


Day 20

Because I still had some money to spend from the stipend we were given, and because it was our last day in China, I woke up earlier and decided to make the most of the day.  What else would I possibly do?  At breakfast I talked with Amanda and Max for a bit before we were joined by Mike, Josh and Brandyn.  Josh, Mike, Max and I decided to go to a shop that had good touristy things, in a mall that had a floor which Josh had been to, dedicated entirely to pearls and jewelry.  It took a while longer than we expected for it to open, so we loitered outside for a bit just looking around.  There was a man doing what looked like a very feminine dance (he was mid-50's or older perhaps) and teaching some other women.  I took a picture which pretty well encapsulates the atmosphere of the thing.  It was certainly interesting.  Things were a little pricey inside, but I did manage to find the tea I had been looking for.  I had been going on the assumption that it was ginseng tea, however the tea I found, which smelled the same, was jinshen tea and may or may not be a Chinese miss-spelling (I'll defer to the tea experts on that one).  Mike of course spent the last of his money on a set of porcelain chopsticks for his mother (to be fair, it was a nice gesture, but I think he paid too much).

When we had left the store some other members of our group were there, and I stayed with them while the rest of the guys went back to the hotel.  I took Luke back up into the store and eventually Anna and Julie came up too (Nana was in the Nokia store, looking for a job probably.  He's had some pretty good success on that front in China).  We kind of looked around some more bought a couple of things then left.

Originally the thought was that we would visit the museums again, near People's Square, but we decided to take taxis to the Yu Yuan Garden area again to visit the shops and get some "bao-dz," which is a type of dumpling and is fantastic (I was talking with Amanda about it later and it turns out that YuJing, whom I worked with a couple of summers ago, makes excellent bao-dz).  Taxis typically won't let you fit five people in, so we had to split up, and ended up being separated when we got to the market.  Our taxi driver was pretty crazy, but fortunately had great reflexes.  He has this great habit of seeing a line of traffic, waiting for a bit, getting annoyed, then gunning it around the line and hurtling past (and cutting off) the cars, to make it through the turn, seemingly blind.  He made a number of left turns this way, it was pretty exciting.

Like I said, we got separated because the taxis dropped us off at different places, but it was fine because we both had Chinese speaking students in each group and knew how to get back.  Luke and I walked for a bit along the major street, kind of eyeing up shops that sold t-shirts.  We did a little bartering, but didn't purchase anything because we were convinced we could get a better deal.  Amazingly we came upon the three others that we had set out with in another part of the market area.  Tim was looking for a way to spend the money he had left, which was quite a bit.  I ended up buying a cool painting that was part of a four seasons set (spring) and got some more tea at a cheaper price (now that I knew what I was looking for, it was much easier to find the tea).  After shopping, and with less than an hour before we had to be back at the hotel and checked out, we headed to get some bao-dz.  For the price, you don't get much volume (at least not at the place we went to), but it certainly was delicious.  I think I'm going to have to find YuJing and have her teach me how to make it.

We made it back with plenty of time to spare, and then headed out as a group to take the metro to the Maglev station.  It was quite the ordeal to get all of our things through gates and turnstiles and on and off the subway through the crowds, but eventually we made it.

The Maglev was pretty cool.  I took video of almost the entire trip (all of 7 minutes); we got up to 430 km/h which is about 266 mi/h.  It was by far the fastest I've traveled on land.  At the beginning there was some talk about how it worked, and right before I was about to explain it to those interested, at the behest of Prof. VanDrunen, Mike spoke up and said that he thought perhaps the professor had meant him rather than me (I had talked with VanDrunen earlier about it, so I knew that was not the case).  He is an electrical engineering student and I'm chemical, but there is nothing in the electrical curriculum outside of the common first two years that would prepare him better than me to answer it.  I was a little miffed, but chose to let him take care of the explanation anyway.  He did a fine job in any case.

When we got to the airport it was pretty easy getting through security and having our things checked.  I think everyone was under the weight limit, or at least close.  I had my first bit of Western food in a while: a BBQ bacon cheeseburger from Burger King (the first Burger King I had seen in China).  It was good, and had a distinctly Chinese flavor to it too).  Our flight boarded and we all made it on without a hitch.

A little bit into the flight I decided to check the map to see where we would be flying over, but found that my whole console (audio, video, lights, sound) was broken.  I was able to be moved though to a different seat with a working one (an aisle seat, so definitely a huge bonus there).  The steward on my side who helped me was an African man (American, Chinese? Not sure) with a great set of braids that almost looked like they could be dreadlocks.  He looked pretty awesome, and was very helpful (later he asked me where our group was from, because we were all so polite, he said; way to be Calvin I guess).  One bad thing that happened during the flight was that a lady in the front of the plane became sick (no details of course) so they asked for any medical personnel who were on board.  Mrs. Jen eventually was brought to the front and Prof. Jen came back later on behalf of Mrs. Jen, asking for prayers for the lady.  After a short time, they announced that we would be landing in Anchorage so the woman could get medical attention!  This was an interesting turn.  Anchorage turned out to be beautiful; the airport surroundings were at least.  The mountains were glowing reddish with the dawn when we touched down.  Now I can say that I've been to Alaska, at least for a very brief period of time.

On the approach to Anchorage I started talking with the man next to me.  He was from Nanjing, traveling to Chicago to work for three months.  His name was Xia XingSuo (English name: Major, which I thought was awesome, and kind of hard to figure out) and he works as a computer engineer for Motorola.  He primarily writes applications for the Android operating system (by Google) that Motorola uses now instead of its own system.  He went to school at the University of Nanjing technical/telecommunications school (it's different from Nanjing University), worked for a year at a smaller firm and has been at Motorola for 5 years.  I really enjoyed talking with him about pretty much anything.  I asked him what he thought should happen with Taiwan; he said that it would be better for Taiwan economically to join back with China, but didn't think that it would happen any time soon.  As a computer engineer, he said that in addition to the three phones he was carrying with him, he has at least 10 that he uses at his work for coding and debugging purposes.  Pretty crazy stuff.  He was very nice, and we exchanged e-mail addresses, so that the next time I'm in Nanjing, I can meet up with him.  I'd love to, but I'm not sure how soon it will be, if ever, that I return.

When we finally arrived in Chicago we learned that our plane had been held for us until 8pm.  We arrived at around 6:45pm, and whisked quickly through customs, got our bags rechecked then speedily got onto the plane.  The flight from Chicago was only 30min long, which was great because we all just wanted to not be on a plane anymore.  It went without a hitch, and they even managed to get all of our bags on the same plane as we were on, so we only had to wait a bit to get them.

We arrived in Grand Rapids to the smiling faces of friends and family.  It was great to be home.  The family rounded up the bags, I got my things from Joe, who had generously let me put my new coat and old shoes in his duffle, I said some goodbyes and we were gone.

When we arrived home I wasn't very tired, so I shared the things I had bought with the family, unpacked slightly, and left most of the dirty things (read: all of my clothes) for tomorrow.  Today was pretty much a 30-hour day, split up by a bit of sleep on the plane.

Good afternoon from Shanghai and goodnight from Hudsonville, a wonderfully exotic locale.

Day 19

It's our second-to-last day in China, and the last real day.  Based on some talk we heard about checkout last night, I got up at 6:00am to shower and get ready to go.  We heard that checkout took 30-45 minutes/ room because they had to check to make sure we hadn't taken anything, however when we got down there an hour early it took us all of five minutes.  We handed over our keys over, they asked if we had used the mini-bar, which had been locked in our room, and they said we could go.  It wasn't all bad; we could at least enjoy a luxurious hour-long breakfast.  Every morning they've served seasonal vegetables, which have been fantastic.  My two favorites were a boiled cabbage dish and green beans served with "bits of real pork".  It took me a while to realize they were beans, but boy were they ever good.

We took the bus to the train station and had a little over an hour ride back to Shanghai.  I talked with Luke for a while about his Chinese language studies among other things, and then napped for the rest of the time.

Back in Shanghai we took the subway to our hotel, East Asia Hotel, where we stayed when we were here earlier.  Pretty much right away we headed to the fabric market to pick up the clothes that some of us had ordered.  When I tried on my coat it was quite small in the shoulders, but they said it could be taken out in an hour.  I had them do that and wandered for a bit with Joe, looking for some fabric for the comforter he was going to have his mom make.  He bought the inner part at a market in Hangzhou and needed a cover for it.  We found some fabric for ¥30/m2 and I helped him barter it down to ¥21.5/m2 which is about $3.13/m2.  I'm not sure what fabric prices are typically, but it seemed like a reasonable price.  He got 8 m2, which seemed like quite a bit, but I guess you're going to need a substantial amount for a comforter.  We tagged along with Kurt for a bit, who after an amazing bit of haggling, got a North face jacket for ¥230 from a ridiculous starting price of ¥1500.  That lady must have been crazy trying to offer it for that much, but apparently she wanted to make it worth her while, because she told Kurt that the Chinese government doesn't allow them to sell North face coats.  I'm pretty sure that's true, because the only other ones we've seen have been sold out of trunks of cars.  After a while we met up with the group again.  Their suits were ready at the same time my jacket was.  It fit much better, though I was still skeptical that a suit would fit underneath it (I was relieved that it did when I tried them on back at the hotel).  It wasn't as thick as Kurt's, but he paid substantially more for his.  I'm quite happy with it.  Quite happy indeed.

On the way out of the subway a Chinese guy and girl asked about our heights as we were passing them, so I turned around and told them that I was 2 meter tall (I'm not exactly sure, but 2m is convenient).  I ended up talking with the girl and Joe with the guy for a while.  They are students in Shanghai at some university that I wouldn't know, she said.  She was studying Business English and he was studying Business Marketing.  We talked for a bit about China, the U.S. and school; plans about after school and where she would like to visit in America.  She talked about the tea performance, just like the three that I met in Shanghai earlier, so I'm beginning to think that it's a pretty popular thing to do.  Apparently the ethnic minorities come to the cities and do these things.  I didn't get the guy's name, but hers was Hu Xui Fang (Hu like Hu Jintao).  We gave them our e-mail addresses, social security numbers, dates of birth, bank account numbers and mother's maiden names then went on our way (actually just e-mail).  It will be interesting to see if they contact us.  I hope they do.  It was very refreshing to talk to people with no agenda.

Back at the hotel I got a better look at my coat, with suit on as well.  The other guys were happy with their suits and shirts as well.  It was a good day in that respect.  Now the challenge will be getting all of our things back intact and with weight and room to spare.  We'll see how that goes tonight.

Supper tonight was in a restaurant in a fancy hotel overlooking the river that runs through Shanghai.  There was good food and good discussion.  We talked a bit about what was different/same/we like about China, what we thought God was telling us/what we would bring back and do differently.  There were good ideas all around.  Personally I said that the service here is different, with vendors tripping over each other to sell you things compared to the U.S. where it can be difficult to find a salesperson in some stores.  For the second question I reflected on the use of resources in the U.S. and China.  They have so much less, both superficially in terms of water and disparate wealth distribution, and in ideological freedoms such as political and to some extent religious.  It seems like we should be able to do so much more than we are to help people and to advance our nation, and yet we were destroyed economically recently and have massive debt to foreign nations.

After dinner Joe, Derek and I decided to whet our adventurous sides.  Instead of taking the subway back to the hotel and going someplace from there, we headed the opposite direction and walked along the river for a while looking for a bridge to get to the other side where our hotel is.  We never found a bridge, but we did find a ferry which was awesome!  It was filled with bikes and pedestrians.  The fare was ¥0.5/person, which is absolutely insanely cheap (7¢!!!!).  We readily paid it and headed across the river with a bunch of Chinese people.  When we arrived at the other side we really didn't know where we were except that we were along the river, which eventually would lead us to our street.  Following much of the crowd, we headed in a couple of streets and set off north.  Eventually, after a couple of blocks and twists and turns I recognized where we were, which was really a miracle, since I'd only been in that place once before, coming from the other way in the daylight, and we really had only walked tangent to the intersection.  In any case I was much more confident, so we kept going and cut into the city a little bit more to get away from the construction going on all along the river.  Everyone we passed was headed home from work I'm pretty sure.  There were many on bikes and quite a few walkers as well.  Tonight was definitely a night of exploration and somewhat of uncertainty.  Very fun though, and we saw zero Westerners during our trek.  We did see a massive covered truck trying to make it through tight city corners.  There was a man in the passenger's seat whose sole purpose was to yell at pedestrians and get cars to move so that they could get through.  It was MASSIVE!

Finally the street we were on turned into Nanjing Road.  We had been walking parallel to it along a dark street for a couple of blocks.  By this time it was getting pretty close to 11pm which meant that most of the shops were closed.  Since it was deserted we decided to go inside (after buying a Shanghai Expo mascot) and being harried by a beggar lady and a small child.  It's kind of hard to ignore people asking for money like that, but it's often a scam, so we've been told just to ignore them like the Chinese do.

Tomorrow we'll have some time before we have to leave for the airport.  I think I'll go out and spend the rest of my money then.  It's the last night in China.  I can't believe it's already here.  It was a great trip and I've had such a good time.  Good night from the Middle Kingdom and I'll see some of you tomorrow.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Day 18 (2)


Day 18

For worship this morning we headed by bus to Hangzhou International Christian Fellowship.  It's a church for only internationals and you have to have a foreign passport to enter.  Luckily for some people, as well as our Chinese-national helpers, they didn't check for them.  The service was done in English by a pastor from Africa (he didn't say where) and an international worship team.  We kind of increased the attendance by several hundred percent I believe.  Initially we were all sitting by ourselves, but during the greeting we all said hi and spread out amongst the regulars.  I met a lady who has relatives in St. Joseph.  The sermon was about choices and our choice to remain faithful to God.  We fellowshipped for a while after the service with the members of the church.  The far was a bit different than the coffee and cookies from back home.  There were oranges, bananas, cookies, chocolate covered marshmallows, crackers, chips, dragon-eyeball fruits and a host of drinks for us.  I think that we can learn a few lessons from the Chinese church.  In food and fervor perhaps.  For a while, I talked with a physicist/engineer who grew up in China, worked for a company making solar cells in Princeton, NJ for 28 years, and moved back to work in Hangzhou (he grew up in Shanghai and visits there frequently).

A few of us left (Marshall, Ben and Ben) to go back to the hotel.  For lunch we stopped at 85°C CafĂ© for some baked goods which were quite tasty and pizza themed.  We took the bus again to get back.  A cute Chinese girl sat down next to me, and I would have liked to talk to her, but I could only say, "Knee-how."  I'm guessing that she didn't speak English, because she reciprocated my greeting, talked to her friends for a bit then sat quietly (typically Chinese people like to practice English if they know it).  When we got off I said, "Dway boo chee" (excuse me) then, "Zi gee'en" (goodbye).  She said something in Chinese and I think said "Good bye" in English.  Sometimes I really wish I could speak Chinese.

Marshall and I hung out in the room checking e-mail and whatnot, for a bit then headed out to see one of the pagodas on the top of a hill overlooking West Lake and the city.  A couple of guys had done it before so we got some basic directions from them, and then headed out walking along the water.  The entrance was a very non-descript residential looking road.  There were no obvious markings in English (maybe it was obvious in Chinese, hard to tell), but we went in anyway.  The street rose a bit to some stairs.  A lot of stairs actually, which twisted and turned through a bamboo forest, up to a restaurant, then up further to where the pagoda actually was.  You couldn't go inside (I'm not sure if there ever was an inside) and it was fenced off.  The "windows" were bricked closed (like I said though, it might have just been solid).  It was cool, pretty tall and stood out against the sky and trees.  There was a path that continued up, past the pagoda, so we took it to see what else there was.  What we found was even better than the pagoda.  The hill has a spectacular view of West Lake and the city of Hangzhou.  It is phenomenal.  You can do a lot of climbing on the rocks or none at all; most people were climbing all over though.  The hills were all misty like they had been the last couple of days, and the lake was full of boats that people had rented for a while.  The causeway was visible below, and I could see pretty much every part of the lake that we had walked a couple of days before.  Marshall was pretty glad that I convinced him to come with me.  We met the Jens on the way down.  I'm sure they enjoyed it.  Some of the places that people were climbing were pretty dangerous.  There's no way that any of this would happen in the U.S.  There would have to be railings and guard rails everywhere, and people would probably insist on their being some sort of cable to the top or elevator.  Marshall and I were talking about this on the way up, and I jokingly referred to the "fat Americans" stereotype (which is becoming alarmingly true, sadly), and a Chinese man passing in front of us heard it.  I think he said, "Russians?" or something like that.  Hopefully I haven't caused him to think that all Americans are fat and that all Russians are vindictive.  That's actually the second time that a Chinese person has thought that I was Russian.  Either way, the hill was cool and I'm very glad that we decided to take the afternoon and climb it.

Eventually we headed back into town.  We tried to hear the musical fountain, but we didn't want to wait for it to start up again.  Instead we got some supper (sweet and sour chicken with peppers and peaches in the sauce; we had it the other night too) at a restaurant we'd been to before on the main street.  At that point we were pretty tired so we decided to head back to the hotel and just rest for the duration of night.  We have to be ready early for the train back to Shanghai tomorrow.  I'm getting pretty excited about getting the wool coat I had tailored (hopefully there won't be too much disappointment).

There were some movies on tonight.  It felt good just to be off my feet.  We've been walking for what seems like forever.  It was a great last day in Hangzhou.


Saturday, January 23, 2010