Upon arrival at Hangzhou with my three colleagues, things turned out a tad differently from what I had expected. For instance, what I thought was mist shrouding the city was actually haze. I recognised that familiar smell of smog. But the weather was cool at 21°C. And the toilets did have doors, after all, contrary to the rumours I had heard.
Despite being Chinese by ethnicity, I found the practices and customs of Chinese society in China to be foreign to me. I learnt that you should not address any woman you see on the street as xiao jie (young lady) like you do in Malaysia. It is deemed rude as it refers to prostitutes. You should use gu niang (a more polite way of saying “miss” in Mandarin) or fu wu yuan (waitress or customer service staff).