In a Chinese phrase, Hangzhou is described as heaven on earth. (more precisely, in air you have heaven and on earth you have Hangzhou), this proved to be a very successful pitch. Not only did it made the city one of the old capitals of China but it also skyrocketed the place as a major tourist spot for internal travellers. Multiply this fact with some million people cramped in buses and you know why you should avoid West lake on a sunny Sunday.
Once you cross the bared cultural wasteland (but technological breeding ground) of Binjiang, the road towards city center is full of sights, retreats and natural escapes depending on your choice. Tiger Spring was always the epicenter of controlled tourist explosions. Small armies from the outskirts of China constantly disembark from their vehicles, stretch, and immediately assume carefully planned formations for maximum efficiency. Equipped with small flags, valor, energy, water bottles, matching uniforms and a fearless leader that screams in shrivelling (ear torturing) bursts, they attack every chosen landmark on sight. Amid tourist guide battle cries, marching flags and rhythmic songs you, the lonely mercenary that just happen to be on the wrong place at the worst possible time, have to reach the ticket booth, pay the ticket, (if you are below 1.2meters entrance is free) and push your self inside the gates.
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