After two incredible years, it all ends here–with one last posting to this lousy blog. This is the grand crescendo, the final finale, the nail in the coffin. It features a music video. Never-before-seen pictures. And drama, with an ending so sublimely bittersweet you’ll laugh and cry at the same time. Not just from the bad writing.
The End begins: My last moments in Hangzhou were thus: Standing out on the street with my bags, all seven of them, and wiping a steady stream of sweat off my face after my short movement from the check-out desk. I look for all the Chinese world like the most ridiculously over-packed foreign tourist to ever stay at such a low-class hotel (good ol’ 7 Days!), and right in the middle of morning “high peak” traffic. In between sweat wipes, I execute my best limp-wristed hand wave. A light ahead turns green, traffic surges forth, a cab stops. “GET IN!” She yells.