Huang Zhou.

It's hit and miss with internet cafes here. Sometimes you can't find one if your life depended on it, other times, there are so many, you can throw a rock in the air and it'll hit one. I ended up finding this enormous one, my first night in Hang Zhou.

You needed to be a member first, but I didn't know that and it took them 15 minutes to find someone who could finally explain it to me. With each passing second in this country, I curse myself for not paying more attention in Chinese school. When I finally got to the reception desk, I handed them my passport and waited for them to process my membership. I could understand a little of what the staff were saying about me, "Is he Chinese? I think he is Japanese." Let's stop and consider the situation for a moment. I'm in China, speaking Cantonese and my passport clearly shows my Chinese last name. I could have strangled them.

An hour before I saw this scene, we were stuck in some crazy traffic. Now, rice paddies. This is really a land of stark contrasts. After a taste of the western world in the overly-developed Shanghai, this is really something of a change.

Again, I didn't quite grasp everything the guide was telling us, but from what I did gather, this little village we are going to visit hasn't changed in about a hundred years. I mean, this girl in the orange is a new addition to the place, but the rest is pretty old.

Waiting outside while the guide buys tickets for us.

My uncle grabbing a quick smoke before my aunt turns around and tells him to put it out because it's bad for him.

Bamboo forest.

Now this, I didn't expect. It's like Venice, but full of Chinese people.

In case you're wondering, that's a hedgehog in the red mesh bag. The PETA people would have a heart attack in this country. There's no human rights, let alone animal rights.

A showboat of some sort. The Chinese character at the top of the ship signifies something combat-related. You can't see it from this picture, but there are weapons lining the walls.

The cloth banners you see hanging here are this town's specialty. They weave and dye the fabric here and you can buy the finished product near the exit.

It was really quite something to see these enormous lengths of cloth swaying in the wind. What was even more interesting, was the primitive methods they used to create it - as shown below.