It's rare to think that you might not wake up the next morning, it's even rarer for you not to care if you do or not. I suppose it was the first moments of blue sky in Shanghai, the sun coming out and the umbrellas, while I'm carrying a few pieces of luggage, foot hurting because of this that and the other. I feel like I'm going to keel over any moment.
All that forgotten (including the death in the morning by some Chinese countryside bandits), when you look across the beautiful town of Wuzhen. My girlfriend wanted to take me there especially, she knew I loved Hong Kong for all it's city like apparel, but she wanted to show me some of old China.
I don't know the ancient history of the place, but recent history is that it was an ancient city now renovated and now open to the public. Thankfully it hasn't yet succumbed to the mob of tourism (which it will). It sits between Shanghai and Hangzhou, on stilts which raise it above the river. I imagined people catching fish in the day and eating it with the family for dinner. During the day it looks like something from a Chinese Wushu film. But it's during the night that it made a real impression.
There are a lot of beautiful places in the world, many I still have to visit, Kyoto as everyone knows has been my favourite, Wuzhen over took it in an evening.
Hope one day you will see it my beautiful eggs.
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That region of China is full of these little traditional villages which, as you've said, are threatened by mass tourism. Lucky you got there in time.
What did the bandits do to you?
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