Knocks on the door at 3:00AM are always bad news.
“Can I take a photo with you?”
Her bright, young eyes, full of enthusiasm and wonder, looked into my jaded ones. I remember having eyes filled with sunshine like hers. Now they’re just tired and disenchanted; tired of travelling and disenchanted at the phlegm-spitting, queue-cutting, rude, and conflicting country that I am finally leaving.
But three weeks in southern China? Too damn freaking long. I left the country disenchanted, fatigued, and desperate for home.