Therefore I'm sitting in my favourite coffe shop, on my favourite settee, staring at passing-by umbrellas' holders afraid of rain (or occasional snow) and rushing cars, trying to save the last sips of hot chocolate (while I've just noticed the difficulties of typing significant letter H). Altough I might seem to be in the same place as a month ago, I'm not (or at least that's what I'm trying to tell myself). While doing my best to adjust to the current situation which is: reluctant-slow-motion back to reality I ran into some ups and downs on my way. Don't get me wrong. While waiting for my train to HZ, I was happy about going back. Even though I spent 24 out of 37 hrs dying in the train (due to some stomach issue which should rather not to be mention here), I've acquired a new knack: after 4hrs of playing cards with my chinese travel companion, I finally was able to beat them two or three times (even tho I'm still not sure about the rules or even the name of the game we played). I even wrote the whole plan of things to do that I should face in near future. With a possitive attitude I get off the train in Hangzhou, enjoying the sun, the half-empty city, smiling people on the street, spring in the air. And so it lasted one day. The gloomy-rainy-depressing aura came back to the city and overwhelmed me. Cause the truth is that my trip has spoiled me.
How three weeks in SE Asia can spoil you? What a silly question. After five months of living in China any place could spoil you. For this entire time I was bewitched with blue sky, sun, sights, landscapes, smiling people, food, fresh fruits, Lao coffee and baguetts. That's enough. I realised that I perceived that part of the world with some different perspective, not the same one as average white tourist (no offence). That's maybe why I'm not describing entire trip right now ..oh,well it might be rather due to slightly broken camera but still.
Meanwhile I'm just focused.