12 days in china. Didn't find it so fun while I was there but missed it once I was gone. The best days were those last five in the hotspring. Every night.

It feels really nice to sit in a bubbling cauldron of nice smelling water and let your aches and worries melt away. The staff are friendly and very very courteous, and sometimes I talk more to them than to other travellers.

But behind every smiling, polite face lies a story. A mother who lost her house in the szechuan earthquake and had to travel hundreds of miles to work as a masseur.

I would wish I could see them, talk to them, understand them. Could I dare to live amongst them?