Last night, I shuffled my fatigued body back again to Guangzhou. Despite that I got to sleep pretty late last night at literally 3am,I could barely indulge myself an oversleep this morning. Because I have already accustomed to daily routine in the past ten days:wake-up call, places of interest to cover, or even cultural shock.

Seeing that my throat is stinging,I caught a taxi to hospital. On my way,I glimpsed through the once familiar street again. All I felt was illusory in that I still presumed that I was a foreigner and lost a sense of belonging. I still expected that everytime I looked over the glass of the tour bus an exotic scene could surprise me. Nevertheless, there is scarcely scenery spots in the center of the town except crowds of people. It is pathetic that I could not find the excitement again in my all too familiar home town. Even worse,a sense of misfitting crept on me when I have to meet other people's gaze. Large crowds of people just set me feel ill at ease.