I got to spend the week of Chinese New Year in a little village called Fen Jiao where my friend had grown up. I could have spent the new year in the big city, but then I remembered I needed to photograph the rice terraces before my flight back home, so I stayed in Yunnan until the very end. I still find it amazing that I (and my camera!) even survived the experience because every road I traveled on was covered in mud and I ate a lot of really questionable things that could have sent me to the hospital. Nevertheless, I still enjoyed my time there getting to meet a lot of boys and girls who quickly got to know me as their favorite Uncle Yang.