I ended up in Beijing, China on May 9, 2007, because of my sister, who has been living there for almost four years. I spent three months learning Chinese, teaching English to children and adults 7 to 53 years-old, working at three different photography internships and having the best time in my life, hands-down.

But when traveling to China, one must bear in mind, first, the smells. So many horrid smells, more than could be fathomed await the unweary traveler in the small alleys, or hutongs, of the most ancient and the most modern parts of the People's Republic of China.