Five Nights Of Walls, Balls, And Doorless Stalls In Beijing
Last year Anna had a chance to spend one night in Beijing and wanted to see more of it, plus she figured I’d like it there too. She would also be attending this year’s APAO conference in Hong Kong so we left early and after an overnight layover in the Hong Kong airport hotel we arrived in Beijing later in the evening. This wan’t my first trip to China, having spent time in Hangzhou back in 2018 (I also missed a later trip to Shanghai due to not having a visa, something that is no longer required for Australians), but I was looking forward to visiting the nation’s capital and checking out the sights, as well as seeing how, or even if, anything had changed in the country in a post-Covid world.
Thursday, January 29, 2026
Although we had arrived at the absolutely enormous Beijing airport at around 4:30pm, by the time our luggage came out and we grabbed a ride to our hotel, the Waldorf Astoria, 90 minutes had passed, but our room on this trip was absolutely enormous, even if the hotel itself was a little difficult to navigate. Anna has friends, Jolyn and Julian, that are essentially family in Beijing who would be taking us out for dinner on that first night and we knew it was going to be cold, the temperature having gotten to as low as -17°C (1°F) the previous week, and although it wouldn’t be getting quite as bad while we were in town, we still needed to chuck on some thermals, hoodies, and puffer jackets before we hit the streets. Our hotel was in the Wangfujing shopping area of the Dongcheng district of Beijing so there was no shortage of places to look around, even if it was mostly malls, plus Anna needed to pick up a few things including a communist-looking wooly Adidas hat and before long it was 7:30pm, time to meet Jolyn and Julian. There was just one small issue; there had been a bit of a miscommunication and we were actually supposed to meet them at 7:00pm so they had been waiting for us for half an hour for dinner, but they didn’t mind too much. If there’s one dish associated with this city it’s Peking duck so that’s what we would be having among others and it was all fantastic, however, one thing that we would come to notice over our time here is that Northern Chinese food is significantly different than in the south, more salty and oily, but not spicy.
Anyway, once dinner was done our friends had to make the trek home so Anna and I continued looking around, finding an incredible Chocolate Museum with recreations of famous local landmarks, sculptures, and pictures all made of chocolate! One thing we weren’t expecting to find was such a large range of chocolate here, but the ones we sampled were great. Anyway, we couldn’t stay out all night, because we had consecutive early mornings coming up so once the shops closed we stopped for a quick drink in the bar back at the hotel and then we were done for the day.
Our hotel room and the view, dinner, and then everything that follows is all made of chocolate! Seriously, even the coloured pieces:
Friday, January 30, 2026
Anna loves organising our trips and we wanted to do all of the touristy stuff at the beginning so we were up bright and early on a particularly nippy morning. Our friends had recommended us a tour guide so over the coming days we would be visiting some of the most famous places in the area, not in cocoa-form, but the real deal, the first stop being the Great Wall of China:
The Great Wall of China is a series of fortifications in China. They were built across the historical northern borders of ancient Chinese states and Imperial China as protection against various nomadic groups from the Eurasian Steppe. The first walls date to the 7th century BC; these were joined together in the Qin dynasty. Successive dynasties expanded the wall system; the best-known sections were built by the Ming dynasty (1368–1644).
To aid in defence, the Great Wall utilised watchtowers, troop barracks, garrison stations, signalling capabilities through the means of smoke or fire, and its status as a transportation corridor. Other purposes of the Great Wall have included border controls (allowing control of immigration and emigration, and the imposition of duties on goods transported along the Silk Road), and the regulation of trade.
Leaving at 8:00am it would take us 90 minutes to get to the site by and our guide, Forrest, had an almost encyclopaedic knowledge of ancient Chinese history. If you read the information above you would’ve noticed the different dynasties in which the wall was built and Forrest knew all of this and more off the top of his head, giving us an extensive background on its construction to the point that it was simply too much information to take in. There was still a fair bit of snow when we arrived and it soon became abundantly clear that Winter is definitely the time to visit sites such as this, because it wasn’t particularly crowded. Having a guide helped too, because there was no lining up for us, our tickets were all sorted so we could just go straight through the gates. Once in we walked past all of the shops and tourist traps, took a precarious chairlift up a mountain, and soon we were up at the wall. Compared to photos I’ve seen that others had taken there was almost nobody up there so Forrest took us for a long walk along the wall accompanied by an extensive history lesson and then the two of us were free to roam up and down. Even though it was bitterly cold we definitely warmed up a bit with all of the hiking and climbing we were doing, even being able to take a few layers off at some points and if we got a little too warm, there were stalls nearby selling beer. The 21,196 km (13,170 mi) long wall is incredible, certainly an engineering marvel, but of course not all of it can be in this condition:
While portions north of Beijing and near tourist centers have been preserved and even extensively renovated, in many other locations the wall is in disrepair. The wall sometimes provided a source of stones to build houses and roads. Sections of the wall are also prone to graffiti and vandalism, while inscribed bricks were pilfered and sold on the market for up to 50 renminbi. Parts have been destroyed to make way for construction or mining.
A 2012 report by the National Cultural Heritage Administration states that 22% of the Ming Great Wall, or 1,961 km (1,219 mi), has disappeared. In 2007 it was estimated that more than 60 km (37 mi) of the wall in Gansu province may disappear in the next 20 years, due to erosion from sandstorms.
A section of the wall in Shanxi province was severely damaged in 2023 by construction workers, who widened an existing gap in the wall to make a shortcut for an excavator to pass through. Police described the act as causing “irreversible damage to the integrity of the Ming Great Wall and to the safety of the cultural relics”.
After spending about half an hour climbing up and down along the wall and looking through the different areas of the watchtowers, we went back to meet up with Forrest and head back down. There were several options to do so, one was getting back on the rather unsafe chairlift and another was tobogganing. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what we opted for and when we arrived at the track an extra-long toboggan was provided for me. Anna went first, flying down the track and around the bends, but mine didn’t do the same thing, in fact it barely moved at all, me having to pull myself along the track with my hand as a toboggan traffic jam formed behind me. My arm was getting very tired and I was now inconveniencing a lot of people so it got to the point that I just took it off the track and decided to hike down. Before long I was stopped by a man who gestured that despite its length, I still need to sit quite far forward in my toboggan for it to work and this was when it dawned on me that it wasn’t so much an extra-long toboggan, it was one made for two people. Now that was sorted I too flew down, only to be told by guards to slow down this time and when I reached the bottom a line formed behind me as I again had to use my hand to pull myself to the end when it wouldn’t move again. Once down at the bottom we stopped off in a store inside a Subway restaurant for some dumplings while Forrest had a big bowl of noodles.
On and around the Great Wall of China:
Now full of dumplings we were back on the road and one thing that had struck me since we had first exited the airport the previous day was how many electric vehicles there are in Beijing. Sure, you hear about it on the news, but it’s different when you see it for yourself, as is evident in the photo of the street when we were walking around the first night. It must be almost 40% electric vehicles on the roads. We were now back in ours, bound for our next destination, the Summer Palace:
The Summer Palace or Yihe Garden was built by the Chinese Empress Cixi as a pavilion for quiet retreat. It is a vast ensemble of lakes, gardens and palaces in Beijing. An imperial garden during the Qing dynasty, it includes Longevity Hill, Kunming Lake, and Seventeen Hole Bridge. It covers an expanse of 2.9 square kilometres (1.1 sq mi), three-quarters of which is water.
The Summer Palace, which is inspired by the gardens of South China, contains over 3,000 Chinese ancient buildings that house a collection of over 40,000 valuable historical relics from various dynasties.
It seemed a little ironic wandering around a place called the Summer Palace in weather so cold that the lake there had frozen, leaving us feeling even colder than we had been earlier that morning. The Palace was absolutely beautiful and we spent over an hour walking around the buildings and gardens on the lower level, but we didn’t hike up Longevity Hill, we had already done our share of climbing for the day. There were long walkways made of intricately painted pillars and crossbeams, some of these paths over a kilometre long so we spent time wandering along these while a significant number of women were dressed in what seemed to be traditional dress, but the strange thing was that we had seen many of them in the city too. Some of these women were just taking a stroll, others sitting and looking at their phone, and one even decided to pose for a photo framed through the opening of a rubbish bin for her friend to capture. Anna thought it would be amusing to get a bin shot of me too, but once I had approached the receptical, it became clear I would need to kneel down, however, many people had been coughing stuff up and spitting behind the bin so the ground was dotted with wads of phlegm, instantly making me gag. Hard pass. Instead we continued on around the park while adults and children played games and rode bikes on the frozen lake until it was time to go.
Once back in the city we said goodbye to Forrest for the day and had a look around some different streets and malls until it was time to eat. Anna had Beijing hotpot on her mind and Forrest had suggested a restaurant for us, our dinner coming complete with a side of pine needles, before we headed out to Slowboat, a local microbrewery, and then eventually back to the hotel for an early night again, because we had another packed day coming up.
A lot of scenes around the Summer Palace and a spot of dinner:
Saturday, January 31, 2026
We were up bright and early again on another exceptionally brisk morning and met Forrest once more in the lobby, because we would be starting the day at Tiananmen Square and the Forbidden City. For most foreigners my age we only know a little about Tiananmen Square itself and more about the 1989 protests and subsequent massacre, but there’s a lot of significance to this place:
Tiananmen Square or Tian’anmen Square is a city square in the city centre of Beijing, China, named after the Tiananmen (“Gate of Heavenly Peace“) located to its north, which separates it from the Forbidden City imperial palace complex. The square holds the Monument to the People’s Heroes, the Great Hall of the People, the National Museum of China, and the Chairman Mao Memorial Hall. They were inscribed in the UNESCO World Heritage Sites in 2024 as a part of the Beijing Central Axis.
Tiananmen Square was designed and built in 1651 and was enlarged fourfold in the 1950s. Chairman Mao Zedong proclaimed the founding of the People’s Republic of China in the square on October 1, 1949; the anniversary of this event is still observed there. The size of Tiananmen Square is 765 × 282 meters (215,730 m2 or 53.31 acres). A national flagpole is located at the northern end of the square, where flag-raising and flag-lowering ceremonies are held daily at sunrise and sunset.
As per usual Forrest had our tickets sorted so we could skip the winding queue, but security upon entry to the square and the Forbidden City is insanely strict, we weren’t even allowed to bring in sunscreen or any medication! Walking around Tiananmen Square was interesting with Forrest’s abundance of knowledge, but obviously we wouldn’t be learning about the protests, because discussing them is strictly forbidden by the government. We passed the Great Hall of the People, the National Museum of China, and the Chairman Mao Memorial Hall, however, we didn’t enter and take a glance at his embalmed corpse.
We only spent about half an hour in the square, because there were far more interesting things planned for the day, but here is some of what we did see, although I wish I had brought some sunglasses with me:
Now that we had finished the sights in and around Tiananmen Square, it was on to one of the most opulent places we would visit while in town, the Forbidden City:
The Forbidden City is the imperial palace complex in the center of the Imperial City in Beijing, China. It was the residence of 24 Ming and Qing dynasty Emperors, and the center of political power in China for over 500 years from 1420 to 1924. The palace is now administered by the Palace Museum and has been a UNESCO World Heritage Site since 1987. The Forbidden City is one of the most famous palaces in all of Chinese history, and is the largest preserved royal palace complex still standing in the world.
The complex claims to consist of 9,999 rooms in total, although experts have shown in recent years that the number only amounts to 8,886, covering 72 ha (720,000 m2) /178-acre.
Once inside the complex it was far busier than in the Square and Forrest immediately bombarded us with more information about Chinese dynasties, Emperors and their concubines, and pretty much anything else to do with the Forbidden City. While walking around, besides the hundreds of buildings and the interiors of some, we also saw many different statues including Buddhas, actual Terracotta Warriors from the original site, and an array of sculptures and paintings.
We had spent about an hour in the Forbidden City, but we still had another major stop in the afternoon which meant a minor detour for lunch as well so we were driven past the frozen mote to Old Beijing Fried Sauce Noodles King for traditional Beijing dishes. It’s one of his favourite haunts so we let Forrest make some suggestions for us and chose a few dishes of our own, although I think “Fried enema” may have been a mistranslation, but the noodles, stinky fish slices, and giant baos were all pretty tasty, although I did garner quite a bit of attention as we were leaving when I hit my head on the ceiling above our inconveniently placed table.
Around the Forbidden City followed by a spot of lunch:
Lunch was done and we would now be making the final stop on our two day guided tour, The Temple of Heaven:
The Temple of Heaven is a complex of imperial religious Confucian buildings situated in the southeastern part of central Beijing. The complex was visited by the Emperors of the Ming and then later restored by the Qing dynasties for annual ceremonies of prayer to Heaven for a good harvest and other seasonal rites. The Temple of Heaven was inscribed as a World Heritage site in 1998 and was described as “a masterpiece of architecture and landscape design which simply and graphically illustrates a cosmogony of great importance for the evolution of one of the world’s great civilizations…” as the “symbolic layout and design of the Temple of Heaven had a profound influence on architecture and planning in the Far East over many centuries.”
As an outsider, despite Forrest and his inexhaustible knowledge of Chinese history, after a while a lot of the architecture, artworks, and sculptures start to look a little similar. We entered the complex via a corridor with painted ceiling beams like those at the Summer Palace and although it was crowded, this time it was a little different – there were quite a few school groups on excursion there, meaning I’d have kids constantly pointing, screaming, and running up to measure next to me while I was just trying to take it all in, but they were all really friendly, some even attempting to speak to me in English and asking for photos.
The complex consists of three main constructions; the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, the Imperial Vault of Heaven, and the Circular Mound Altar so we looked in and around the buildings, once more taking in much art and sculptures, and me having a bird’s eye view inside the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests that only taller people are privy to.
In and around the Temple of Heaven:
Anna also had an ulterior motive for visiting the Temple of Heaven and that was to have a photoshoot done. Just like the previous time I was in China and we dressed up as communists for a photoshoot inside a mall in front of a crowd of shoppers in hysterics, Anna wanted to get dressed up for photos here too. She would be dressed like many of the girls that we’d seen in traditional attire and I would don a costume of someone such as the God of Prosperity, but we discovered it would take most of the day, however, we did find another option. There was a machine that for a small fee would scan your face and create AI images of you as various deities and other people so that’s what we did instead, including my aforementioned God. Here are the ones we ultimately decided on in the end, mine are pretty bad, which also means they’re hilarious to us:
It had been a packed day so we went back to unwind at the hotel for an hour or so, but we also had plans for that evening. An Australian mate of ours and fellow teacher that I met a few years after I moved to Singapore, Dave Kainey, had relocated to Beijing six months ago and was living about 20 minutes away from our hotel. He knew some good spots for a night out so he sent us the details and we met up for dinner and some drinks. It was a great night hanging out and chatting for the first time in quite a while, however, we didn’t get many photos, but we did make plans to get together again the following day for a another adventure.
Sunday, February 1, 2026
Anna and I got up and grabbed a cup of coffee, finding another incredible chocolate statue, this time of a panda, before messaging Dave in order to figure out the best place to meet so we could explore South Luogu Lane:
Nanluoguxiang (Chinese: 南锣鼓巷; pinyin: Nán Luógǔ Xiàng; lit. ‘South Luogu Lane’) is a narrow alley that gives its name to an old part of the Beijing city centre with traditional architecture both new and old. The neighborhood contains many typical narrow streets known as hutong. It is located in the Dongcheng district.
Nanluoguxiang was built in the Yuan Dynasty and received its current name during the Qing Dynasty, around 1750. In recent years, the area’s hutongs have become a popular tourist destination with restaurants, bars, live music houses, coffee shops, fast food and souvenir shops, as well as some old siheyuan associated with famous historic and literary figures. Nanluogu Xiang station of Beijing Subway opened in 2012 and is located near the south entrance of the alley.
So it turns out that even old laneways in Beijing can be gentrified. It was perfect weather for walking around so we met Dave and started to make our way down the lane and immediately we were hungry, there was just so much good looking food here, whether it was candy blown into the shapes of animals, grilled seafood, or more of that black tripe I had been eating on an almost daily basis. We found a small food court where we could find a bit of everything, me eventually deciding on some grilled squid. The architecture around the place was really nice and there were still some old-school elements to the place such as cobblers, jewellers, and blacksmiths doing their thing, but there were also some interesting shops and a lot of bars and cafes as well. Before we came to Beijing we clearly didn’t know that there would be so much really good chocolate, but one thing I truly didn’t anticipate was there being a massive craft beer scene as well and it seemed like the next option would be to drop into the nearby Wiggly Jiggly’s for a couple and watch the crowd go by for a bit while being stared at by a bizarre-looking cat.
Dave had to work the following morning and we wanted to have a few more drinks with him so we continued on down the lane, encountering more odd sights along the way, such as a girl’s tissue holder on her bag that required her to pull the tissues out of a crosseyed man’s mouth or a stall that cleaned your ears, but they had a camera on the device so you could actually look inside your own ear canal on a screen. We had already decided on the place that we wanted to hang out for the remainder of the afternoon, but finding it would be a little difficult. Google Maps is unreliable at the best of times, but obviously even worse in China and a local equivalent didn’t really help much more as we wound our way down small residential streets with high brick walls, but soon both maps showed the same location, albeit an odd one. They both claimed we were standing out the front of the pub, despite there being no sound coming from behind the wall, but we decided to walk around behind there anyway, we could just pretend we were lost foreigners if we were wrong. However, we weren’t wrong. We had to walk down a narrow path for about 50 metres and soon found ourselves in front of a door with little signage, the entrance to Peiping Machine Taphouse and this place was incredible! They had 31 different taps with absolutely everything including many beers with local twists such as:
- Salted plum gose
- Watercress lager
- Jasmine oolong wheat
- Smoked plum ale
- Green bean paste wheat
- Dragon Well spring tea wheat
You get the gist and you can zoom in on the photos to see what else there was. Like with food I wanted to try some of the stuff I had never seen before and probably wouldn’t again, Dave taking a similar approach too. We had a great time just doing what we do once more, Jolyn and Julian arriving to join us again later for some drinks and snacks, but before long it was time for Dave to head back home for an early night before his Monday morning classes.
In and around South Luogo Lane, also known as Nanluoguxiang:
We finished up at Peiping Machine, the four of us finding a spot for some noodles and dumplings for dinner right before it closed and then it was time for our friends to say goodbye as well, meaning that Anna and myself had the chance to find some nightlife in another part of Beijing, this time along the water in the Shichahai area. We had spent a couple of hours in a microbrewery and I had already broken the seal so it was just a matter of time before I needed to pee again and it doesn’t take an expert to come to the conclusion that public toilets in China aren’t particularly nice. There is usually a row of squat toilets with a small partition in between, but no doors, if you’re lucky there might be a toilet bowl at the end (although not on this occasion), and then some urinals on the adjacent wall, the ammonia smell of piss greeting you as soon as you enter the room. Still, I had no choice in the matter so I went as quickly as possible before meeting Anna in the convenience store next door that had another enormous selection of beers so I bought a couple to take back to Singapore and then we hit the road again.
Shichahai is a really nice area running along rivers and lakes with a lot of art installations and venues with live music. After a woman asked me to sign her book and posing for pictures with her we weighed up our options and because most of the bars with Chinese performers were really bright and loud, we found a grimy dive bar called Roots down the river with a decent small reggae band playing and some cats for Anna to play with.
Closing out the night:
Monday, February 2, 2026
Despite having seen several of the major sights that Beijing has to offer, our final day here was the one that Anna was looking forward to the most. For weeks leading up to this trip she had been researching luxury spas that she had heard about in Beijing, ones where for about US$200.00 you can spend 12 hours just eating, drinking, bumming around in various pools, and getting different treatments done and she had booked one for today.
We arrived just after midday and after I assume Anna had the payment sorted we were both taken in separate directions to our change rooms. I was handed the key to a locker among a group of four in an open area and given a towel, a man gesturing to me that I needed to get undressed. It seemed like an odd request at first, but then several out of shape, older Chinese men were meandering around with their junk hanging out so I figured stark naked was the way to go, although one guy still had his socks on for some reason. I stripped off and walked around to see what spa options there were so I could perhaps return to a pool, but that was the other issue; as we were going our separate ways Anna told me she would see me at lunch first. Was that going to be nude too? Better check:
The confusion was real
There were only my clothes in my locker and the staff in the change room were the only ones dressed so I wrapped a towel around myself and used Google translate to tell one of them that I wanted to have lunch and needed pyjamas. I guess he came back with the largest pair he could find, however, they were still small, but that didn’t matter, because he then led me down into a room full of what looked like cult members, men in white pyjamas, women in pink, for one of the most decadent, albeit loud, complimentary lunch spreads I have ever seen in my life! On top of free-flow beer, wine, and other drinks there were two main stations for food, consisting of everything from snow crab claws, tins of caviar, packages of foie gras, parma ham, ribs, and absolutely anything else you could possibly imagine, plus the option of ordering other dishes as well. The only thing potentially better than the buffet itself was the people-watching, seeing some stuff as many packets of foie gras as they could into their pockets, others just grabbing a plate and piling it up as high as logistically possible with cans of caviar, all while a very small woman on a table nearby tried to eat five whole crabs by herself.
Once we had had our fill I went to use the bathroom and immediately stumbled upon one where the automatic flush hadn’t worked after the previous occupant had taken sufficient advantage of an all-you-can-eat buffet, but that was only a precursor to what was to come that evening. We walked around the six level building fully dressed in our pyjamas and besides treatments there were rooms where you could play video games or kick back and watch Netflix. I had already seen more Chinese men’s balls in a matter of minutes than most have seen in their entire lifetime, plus I didn’t feel like sweating it out in a steamy pool so I just hung out with Anna and read while she got a massage, occasionally going for a wander and seeing what else was going on in the building. When she was finished we went down for some more free drinks and eventually they started restocking the food for the later session so obviously we took part once more.
It’s a little too private to take photos in the main spa areas, but I took plenty of photos and videos of our fellow cult members and the food:
If you want to witness the spread first-person, I grabbed a video of the two stations after they were restocked, but I tried to be quick so I wouldn’t block anyone:
It was now a little after 6:00pm and our final night in Beijing was upon us, we would be flying out to Hong Kong the following day and we wanted to go out with a bang. We got into the Chinese equivalent of an Uber and went back to the area where we had been the previous night as there were also some cool shops there along with the bars, however, there was an issue that was gradually getting worse. The ride was around 30 minutes, but about halfway in I really needed to pee and pulling over wasn’t an option, I’d just have to grit my teeth and pray we didn’t hit any bumps. We arrived at our destination unscathed, I power-walked to the nearest public toilet, marched right in, u-turned and marched right back out again. White as a sheet I looked at Anna and simply said, “Nope”. She couldn’t figure out what was going on, claiming that I had told her in the car that I needed to piss so badly that “my back teeth were floating” and she knew this wasn’t my first rodeo with Chinese bathrooms. What she hadn’t realised on this occasion was that one of the doorless toilets was facing the entrance and as soon as I walked in a Chinese man nonchalantly made eye contact with me while he was squatting and taking a shit before returning to the task as hand without a care in the world and it wasn’t just his eyes I saw either. We managed to find another toilet around the corner to my great relief and nearby was this really cool restaurant, Punk Rock Noodle. We clearly weren’t hungry, but what caught my eye was that they had an old Black Flag ‘My War’ skateboard in the window, something I didn’t expect to encounter in China of all places so I bought a beer and had a look around inside. There were signed tour posters for The Exploited and The Damned from gigs in Beijing and Hong Kong among other things and the woman working there told me that the owner used to be in a punk band, but now he makes noodles and collects old music memorabilia.
As we walked Anna was popping into some quirky stores and we eventually made it to the same riverside location as the previous night. It was definitely more happening, but it also seemed like the same stuff, mostly bad hostess bars and we didn’t want to go to the exact same joint again so we looked up some bars in another area on a different river. En route we passed more incredibly beautiful buildings and bridges, but the map apps weren’t working well again so we were walking around for quite a while before we found the first option, a pub without a single customer in it. Luckily further down the road there was the second choice, another craft beer place called Ms. Hammer Taprooms, a small joint with a bunch of local friends inside at various levels of drunkenness. One of the men there had studied for a bit in Singapore so we got talking and as seems to often be the case we had a room full of new friends almost immediately. Some of them didn’t speak much English, but tried as hard as they could to communicate with me while Anna was using her best Mandarin with the others, us all taking turns playing music on the TV over the course of the evening. At the end of the night all of them insisted we come back to the bar next time we’re in Beijing, one of them wanting me to do so in order to drink his 50% alcohol rice wine.
Our final night out on the town in Beijing:
We flew out to Hong Kong the next day, but before we came I knew Beijing would be a lot of fun, however, it was far better than I had expected. Sure, there’s still the snorting and spitting, something I would’ve thought might have stopped after Covid, but like when we were in Hangzhou it is extremely high tech and people were really friendly! We’re in Shanghai in a few months so I’m definitely looking forward to that one.
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