Author: Kash Brown
We started our final morning in China like any other, meeting in the hotel diner for breakfast before gathering in the lobby to board the bus. But today’s experience would be far from ordinary. Our program lead, Bill, had planned a special local experience to help us end the trip feeling connected not just to China’s history and landmarks, but to its people.
We headed to a nearby community park, and it was beyond anything we could’ve expected. Over 100 elderly Chinese men and women were scattered throughout the park, dancing, stretching, doing Tai Chi, playing instruments, and working out on the public bars. Their energy was contagious. Their flexibility? Impressive. Their strength? Unmatched. Sense of community? Natural.

We jumped in with a group of women dancing in a circle to upbeat music and even attempted a few of their stretching and fitness routines. But let’s just say, we couldn’t keep up. The laughter we shared with them bridged the language gap.

Soon, it became a playful competition, with elderly men taking turns on the pull-up bars and calisthenics equipment, showing off their skills and inspiring us all. Their vitality was a lesson in itself: age doesn’t limit joy.



Afterwards, we walked to a quieter corner of the park—a cultural tradition known as the Marriage Market. Parents lined the walkway with handwritten papers outlining personal details about their adult children, name, age, birthday, career, hobbies—hoping to attract a suitable partner for them. It was like Craigslist meets matchmaking, in real life.

We began snapping photos and videos—not realizing that this act would soon cause an issue. A few parents started yelling, clearly upset. Security was eventually called, and our program lead stepped in to speak calmly with them. Turns out, our photos were unintentionally disrespectful. To them, this market was deeply serious—and they didn’t want their children’s personal information shared online. We apologized and left respectfully. It was a tense moment, but one that taught us a valuable lesson in cultural sensitivity. After that unfriendly encounter, we were ready to head to the next stop on our itinerary.

Next, we crossed an overpass to a shopping mall known for, you guessed it, high-quality imitation goods. Many of us didn’t expect to find much, but let’s just say: we found a gold mine. One person even bought a suitcase just to fit everything they purchased, and helped others pack their overflow too.


The fun part? Negotiating prices. Although we didn’t speak the same language, numbers don’t lie. Out came the calculators, ours and theirs, and the back-and-forth began. Prices dropped, totals changed, and deals were made with just a few taps. It turned into a fun game we wished existed back home.
After our shopping spree, we headed to the airport. Emotions were high. We hugged our program leads and photographer goodbye, took some last group photos, and boarded our flight home.
Our morning in the park reminded us that health, joy, and community are universal languages. Watching the elderly locals dance, stretch, and show off their strength was both humbling and inspiring. Despite the awkward moment at the marriage market, it gave us a raw glimpse into a cultural tradition we wouldn’t have otherwise experienced. As we left that space behind and made our way to the mall, we carried with us a deeper respect for the ways different generations and families express love, care, and legacy.
Continue to Day 14 (Pt. 2): UA Flight 889 – A Flight We’ll Never Forget

















