In January 2003, I went to China after I finished studying in Montreal.
went to China, ostensibly, to have a cultural experience... truthfully,
though, I went to China because I knew it was going to be weird.
Weirder than Canada. More interesting than Canada.
And it was.
I'd like to say something formulaic, like it opened my eyes, or changed
my perspective or, even, that I *shudder* found myself. All that
happened, really, is that I had some great food, some hearty laughs, and
I saw some beautiful places.
Is that so bad?
Do I recommend going to China?
Only if it'll never get weird enough for you...