Wandering through the backstreets of China never ceases to surprise me. Three months in and I am still stumbling on some of the strangest and most wonderful things. Tiny noodle shops that are hidden behind piles of rubble serve up the most delicious hand pulled noodles with broths that will blow any Pho connoisseurs away.
If you search below the suface you might even find a record store tucked in a few rooms within a labyrinth of vintage clothing and old children’s school books. And just above are a string of tiny cafes with coffee that would make you think you’re in Melbourne, or at least not China.