Anyway. I'm 26 and I live in China. And I have started this year off in quite a fashion. As if I ever do anything simply or subtly. A while back, I decided my birthday would not involve any crazy partying, but, rather, would indulge in what I came to China for- travelling.
Far from any major cities, all within proximity of one another are several of China's most widely recognized sights. And they're recognizable for damn good reason. The mountains of Yangshuo are abrupt; the province they lay in is long and flat, but the mountains jump up out of nowhere, almost like they wanted to say "SURPRISE!" This sudden sight oversees small towns and cities almost condescendingly; the mountains are too beautiful and too interesting. You can't help but ignore everything else around you. My friend and I took a long, snaking river ride through the mountain range, and the whole time we just sat dumbfounded. And took a lot of pictures.
This is the kind of thing that I came to China for. That I travel for. The quintessential experience. The sights, smells, sounds and experiences you won't find elsewhere. Best. Birthday. Ever.