Chinese is a very harsh sounding language to my western ears. A simple example is when we were walking up the mountain, an old Chinese man was on the back of a motor cycle and was shouting something at us as he passed. Then he was dropped off by his friend and waited for us, still shouting something and sounding quite angry. We were all a bit taken aback and not really sure what to do, it looked like an open and public road so we couldn’t be trespassing. Fortunately we had one of the translators with us. It turned out that this old guy was telling us about a short-cut off the road if we were walking. Without the translator we wouldn’t have had any idea that he was being nice to us.
Strange strange country 🙂