Wuzhen

19 December. Continuing on the give-Max-the-best-impression-of-China-in-7-days train of thought, I’d planned a little trip to a water town called Wuzhen, together with two of my flatmates and a classmate. In contrast to our Sunday in Hangzhou, it was bright and sunny (the weather in China has serious mood swings). Wuzhen’s touristy sides are split into two sections: the East and West side. We’d been warned that this picturesque town would be swamped with tourists. And to be fair, it was impossible to avoid the tinned voices of guides spewing out facts through loudspeakers and their Chinese tourgroups on one of the sides (I don’t remember which, I have a terrible memory). The other, however, was blissfully deserted.