My last day in Shanghai, I took the high-speed rail to Hangzhou, famous for its West Lake region.
It was not ideal weather for taking a boat ride, so I circumnavigated the lake by foot.
I had an easy enough time catching a taxi from the train station to the lake, but on the way back it started raining, and there were no cabs. Some young Hangzhou-ians on their way to the station helped me catch a bus and even guided me to the right gate. I didn’t speak Chinese and they didn’t speak English, but somehow we communicated.
Hangzhou was a much-needed change of pace, and the kindness of the people there was a breath of fresh air after a week in the big city.