The next morning consists of an early buffet breakfast. We roam around, filling our plates with everything from fruit we have never before seen (slices of whitish gray, with kiwi-like seeds everywhere and a dark red fruit that resembles something between an apple and a pear, but tastes like neither), to chow mein noodles and Canadian bacon.
Eight coaches are waiting to take our group to China. We pile on to our respective buses and stare avidly out of the window. It takes about four hours to arrive at our destination. Along the way we see a man bicycling live chickens to market. Oyster farms start covering the water. Dogs roam the streets. We try to take in everything.
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